The Alpha Emperor’s Resurrection

24: Caius

Saga sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped her feet into the water.

She stared into the unnaturally blue liquid, which smelled strongly of something unpleasant, before deciding she was happy to submerge herself in it. She swam over to a patch of sunlight directly in front of me before standing in the warm golden rays; the way the water rippled brought back a memory of a time I had enjoyed a similar moment with Talia in a pool of warm water when she was still angry at me, but attracted to me nonetheless. The water had smelled of lavender then, and as I watched Saga close her eyes and lean back with her elbows on the edge of the pool, I wished I could share that experience with her. She leaned back a little more, and her breasts were exposed to the sunlight in a way that meant the water lapped provocatively at her ribcage and made them impossible to ignore.

“I know that you’re staring at me,” she stated plainly, without opening her eyes.

It had nothing to do with the fact that she was capable of reading my mind; she knew that I was staring at her, because that had been her intention from the moment she took off her top.

The fact that she had chosen to call me out for that in Latin was another deliberate choice.

“You’re showing off,” I responded, in English, and she opened her fiery eyes and smiled.

She tipped her head back so that she could make eye contact with me, and the action pushed her breasts a little further out of the water; another deliberately provocative act, which I tried to ignore by averting my eyes and staring into the water on the other side of the pool.

“Well observed.”

“It would be entirely inappropriate to take advantage of you when I am two thousand years your senior.”

She twisted around, folded her arms on the edge of the pool, and moved so she was floating in the water with her back exposed.

“Only technically; you haven’t actually been alive for that long the way that Aurelia has. And I refuse to believe you are not familiar with the concept of ‘daddy issues’ given your background. Besides, it didn't stop you before."

I didn't want to think about Aurelia - my heart was aching for her, and I was still furious at Talia.

It made Saga harder to ignore. Her long white hair was plastered to her back, a contrast to her flawless, tanned skin, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She knew exactly what she was doing; I had resisted her attempts to seduce me after our initial encounter, so she was revealing a little more of her body to tempt me.

She was wise enough to know that most men had a weakness, confident enough to know she was able to work her way through every possibility, because she was beautiful in every conceivable way, and determined enough that she was going to find my weakness and exploit it.

“If it’s any consolation, this would have been impossible for me to resist when I was a young man.”

Unfortunately for her, I had seen that act too many times for it to have the effect she was hoping for.

“I would have made the cut to serve as one of your Courtesans, then?”

She tried to make the question sound innocent, but it was another carefully played move. She was doing everything in her power to get me to fantasize about what it would be like to sleep with her again.

I moved closer to her and crouched down so that I was looking directly into her mesmerizing eyes. I noted idly that she was holding her breath, because no matter how skilled she was at getting my attention, she was not quite experienced enough to know what to do now that she actually had it.

She wasn’t used to her partners being anything but awestruck.

It was hardly surprising; she looked like a goddess, and I suspected that there were very few people who didn’t think she was perfect. I certainly felt that way when she was riding me before...

But perfection wasn’t intimidating to me, so I cupped her face gently and kissed her softly.

When she realized I wasn’t going to take it any further, she opened her eyes and stood up in the water again as she waited for me to give her my verdict.

“I would never have asked you to serve as a Courtesan,” she looked hurt, but I shook my head. “I would not have been willing to share you with other men.”

I let my hands drop from her face, but she slung her arms around my neck before I could stand up, and pulled me closer so that she could kiss me.

Her lips were almost impossibly soft, and as she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I reached down into the water to grasp her waist.

I lifted her from the pool without breaking the kiss and found that she was tall enough for her full breasts to press against my bare chest. I was relieved that she moved her hands down to remove the rest of my clothes for me, because I still wasn’t completely used to them and I would have fumbled with them and made a fool of myself.

I didn’t want to shatter her illusion that I was the man I had been when I was still called Emperor.

I kicked the clothes away from my ankles and rested my hands on her hips before I took a step back to admire her body, and allowed her to do the same.

She ran her eyes down my body, then back up to meet my eyes.

“Impressive…and I thought powerful men were supposed to be disappointing in that department,” she smirked, but it wasn’t embarrassing or emasculating that she had supposedly expected me to be physically disappointing beneath my clothing when she knew that wasn't the case, and I was more interested in her body than her comments about mine. “Perhaps you should show me…”

I knelt down and ran my tongue over one of her n*****s before drawing it into my mouth and sucking with a little more vigor than necessary to silence her. She moaned, but she tasted of the unpleasant pool water and I couldn’t force myself to carry on, so I stood up again and tightened my grip on her hips so she wouldn’t know that I was deliberately manipulating the situation to avoid the taste that was lingering on her otherwise perfect body.

I turned her rather forcefully so her back was pressed against my chest, then grasped her throat with one of my hands as I slid my other hand between her legs.

I rubbed her clit slowly with the tips of two of my fingers and whispered close to her ear. "My Mate has enraged me and my daughter is suffering because of your reckless manwhore of a brother. If this is going to happen again, it is going to happen on my terms. Do you understand, Canicula?”

She was panting, but she managed to utter a single, breathless ‘yes’, despite me insulting her with the same word Talia had used to belittle her.

I tightened my grip on her throat just a little so I could feel her pulse, then moved my fingers a little faster - her pulse sped up; her muscles were tight and she was squirming slightly as her inevitable release continued to build. I finally let her c*m, releasing my grip on her throat as she did, and she gasped for air as the intense feeling consumed her.

I held her hips again, and leaned down to kiss her neck before I spoke to her.

“I think you’re ready for this,” I pulled her hips back against me slowly so she could feel how hard I was, and the little moan that escaped her lips made my c**k twitch. That part of me was more than ready for her. “Do you want it?”

“Yes, Emperor,” she was still breathless and she uttered the response in Latin. It excited me more than I would have guessed, and I shoved one of her shoulders rather forcefully so she stumbled and grabbed the edge of the metal table she had carefully draped her towel over.

“Good girl…”

I pressed one of my hands against her ass so I had a better view as I slid my length into her with ease.

I was still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her clenching around me as she anticipated what I was going to do, and when she squirmed her hips against me in an attempt to get me to move, I thrust hard against her without withdrawing first.

She yelped, and tightened around me, and I had to close my eyes and pray to the gods that I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by finishing too soon and leaving her supremely disappointed, because giving in to her felt so much better than I had imagined when I decided to humor her again.

I pulled back just enough to draw a moan from her before I filled her again. She didn’t need to know that doing much more than that would have resulted in me filling her in an entirely different way.

She whimpered when I withdrew, but I kept myself close enough that I was rubbing against her clit, and I teased her for long enough to drive her crazy before I grasped myself and moved just enough to press my c**k against her ass. It was both a promise, and a threat, and I held her hips firmly enough to control her, drawing her back slowly until I felt the distinctive pressure that meant I was dangerously close to penetrating her.

I was painfully hard, and I almost gave up because she was so wet that my more primal instincts were telling me to stop holding back and enjoy what she had already given me, but her response was worth the effort it was taking and I held her there for long enough that she started to pant again.

“I am old enough and experienced enough to know it’s not a good idea to finish in a Courtesan’s p***y. Are you going to let me take advantage of the fact pregnancy is not a concern for us, or would you prefer it if I let you indulge your fantasy that I am paying for the pleasure of this encounter?”

It was the least crude way I could think of asking her if she wanted me to f**k her in the ass, and I was surprised when she strained against me because I had not expected the fantasy to be the more appealing option for her.

That's what this was, though. A fantasy.

I called her an insignificant little dog, and she called me Emperor, and we both knew that neither of those things were true.

She had all the power, and I had nothing, but she wanted me…the man I had been… to indulge her fantasy.

She whimpered and grasped the towel on the table when I was barely inside her, and I stroked her lower back softly and told her she didn't have to carry on if it was too much for her.

"I assumed you would be old enough and experienced enough to know it’s not a good idea to go in dry when you haven’t done anything to relax me first."

There was only one other person who would dare to speak to me that way while they were bent over a table with my c**k in their ass, but I really didn’t need to think about Talia, and I pulled out of Saga and left her waiting as I let the saliva build in my mouth.

I spat on my hand, using it to build up the lubrication I had been too aroused to think of, let alone consider a necessity. She seemed satisfied enough by that, but I ran my fingers over her clit again to take advantage of the fact she was so wet.

She whimpered again when I pressed my fingertips against her ass, but it wasn’t because she was uncomfortable this time, and the fact my fingers were slick with her arousal meant she actually enjoyed it when I pushed them inside her and tried to warm her up properly.

I was used to women tolerating a little discomfort for my sake, and it was refreshing to know the noises she made as I entered her were genuine and not a carefully practiced act.

I was careful not to push her beyond her limits, and I kept one of my hands resting gently on her back because I felt like she still needed me to remind her that she didn’t have to make herself uncomfortable for the sake of a stupid fantasy.

She tried to push against me, but I held her back.

“Don’t take more than you’re comfortable with; this is more than enough to satisfy me.”

She reached back to slap my hand away so she could move more freely.

“I will make it clear if I am uncomfortable.”

“Alright,” I wound her exquisite white hair around one of my hands and pulled her head back as I sank deeper into her, until I had filled her completely. “I am suitably impressed. Now that you have made your point, perhaps we can be a little more sensible about this so I don’t have to worry about hurting you.”

There was no point trying to reason with her; she hadn’t been trying to impress me, and I enjoyed the way she was using me to satisfy herself. She knew I was going to c*m whether she focused on herself or not, and she wasn’t trying to make me feel like my needs outweighed her own.

She rode me hard, and began to pant as her muscles tensed until I took mercy on her and rubbed her clit gently so she came.

I allowed her to catch her breath before I finally let myself finish, but I kept her hair in my hands and her head tipped back, and I murmured close to her ear while I was still hard inside her.

“Next time…” I stroked her throat gently with my free hand, then grasped it just tightly enough that I felt her respond, “...I am not going to c*m until I am satisfied that you have taken as much of me down this perfect throat of yours as you possibly can.”

“Next time?” she laughed, and pushed me away as she wrapped the towel around herself. “I was curious about you, but I have had my fun; there’s no reason for this to happen a third time.”