A Week in The Life of An Empress - Monday (Morning - Evening)
Chapter 1
Empress Sophia Deline:
I wake up slowly to the morning light, naked and feeling refreshed, as I always do on Monday. I touch myself all over my body, checking for signs of the punishment I received last night. The healers had done an excellent job, as usual. My pussy and ass, which had been gaping obscenely less than 8 hours before, were practically as tight as a virgin girl's. All of the scars and bruises had also been removed. My skin looked stunning. This was typically how all Mondays started for me.
I had awoken curled into the side of my orc spouse, Shagrat, resting on his arm. He was still sound asleep, no doubt tired from last night's activities. Lifting my head, I found his boner straining against his pants. I rose up and decided to give him a little treat. I opened his pants slowly and carefully so as not to disturb him, and then began licking across the length of his massive white 12-inch cock. I started at the tip and worked my way down slowly. When I reached his massive balls, I attempted to take one in my mouth. This caused him to wake up.
Without missing a beat, he lifts me onto his chest and pulls my pussy closer to his face. My legs opened for him. His breath on my pussy causes me to become aroused. I can feel the blood rushing to my clit. And then he holds my nether lips apart and gives my entire pussy a lick. I hold my breath, waiting for more, but after a moment or two, he says, "If you stop on your end, I'll stop on mine, my love."
This brings me back to the task I had begun doing. I attempt to take his cock as far as I can, but I only manage a few inches from the tip. I begin sucking and caressing the rest of his cock with my hands. But I can't concentrate, and whenever I stop sucking, harsh smacks greet my ass cheeks.
Fingers hold my nether lips open as he vigorously licks my clit. His thumb also plays with my tight little puckered butthole, rubbing and pressing slightly but never completely penetrating. He soon moves from my clit to my pussy hole and begins tongue fucking me while the fingers holding my nether lips open start vigorously rubbing my clit. I am close within minutes, and cum with his tongue inside me, screaming onto his cock. He massages and fucks me right through one orgasm and onto the next. Like the obedient whore I am, I never let go of his cock from my mouth.
On my second orgasm, Shagrats stops and calls for the goblin servants. Two enter the room, and he instructs them to get the riding crops. During this moment of respite for my pussy, I suck and rub my husband's cock as hard as I can, hoping to make him cum before the goblins can return, knowing that if he orgasms, our little morning affair will most likely come to an end. But he doesn't orgasm, and the goblins don't have to even leave the room to find what they're looking for. They return within a minute or so, and my sensual torture begins anew with added elements.
My nipples are pulled from under my body and the goblins begin playing with them with one hand, pinching and pulling. They run riding crops softly all over the back of my body with the other hand, administering little slaps intermittently and sending chills down my spine. Even the soles of my feet aren't spared. I cum 4 more times in quick succession. The mix of pain and pleasure cause me to go into an orgasmic subspace.
Shagrat cums soon after my 7th orgasm, and I greedily suck and swallow every last drop of him. Everything stops as soon as he orgasms. We lay like that for about 5-7 minutes, basking in our orgasmic bliss.
He pulls my face towards him and kisses me lightly on my lips.
"You are a Goddess of beauty incarnate, my love."
I can't seem to form a coherent reply. But he's not looking for one. After a little while, he rises and departs to prepare for the day.
I lie on my front for a few more minutes before ordering the two goblin slaves who are patiently waiting by the bedside to fetch some healing lotions. They do so and then begin massaging the drug all over my back, from my neck to my soles.
I see that both have erections straining against their trousers when they finish the task. Deciding to relieve them, I get off the bed and onto my knees in front of them. They pull out their 6-inch dicks, and I start deepthroating one while giving the other a hand job. Within minutes, the one in my mouth cums, and I move onto the next. The second one orgasms soon as well, and I get up and tell them to leave.
I go to the restroom to freshen up and come back to find a pile of clothes on my bed. My personal goblin servant, Khinkea or my husband pick out my clothes and jewelry every day. On Mondays, I usually wear clothes that cover me entirely. The fact that I am permitted clothes that cover me to a degree is the product of one of my successful rebellions against my husband, as he would gladly have me naked all the time. I had argued relentlessly and asked for three days--Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday--but had been granted only one. The rest of the week I spend in skimpy clothes that leave little room for imagination or clothes that reveal my boobs, ass or pussy. I'm also not allowed to wear any clothes that cover my breasts and pussy after the sun sets.
A bright red one-piece gown is laid out on the bed. It features a deep cleavage cut and is a stunning burgundy red in the front. However, the back part of the dress is semitransparent. This will make my entire back and butt crack visible. It also has a long slit on the right leg that reaches up to my hips. No underwear has been provided. There are also red sky-high heels, some ruby-studded cuffs, a necklace, and my circlet for the day. In comparison to what I would most likely be wearing or not wearing for the rest of the week, this is downright modest.
They quickly helped me get dressed. I looked at myself in the full body length mirror. Without my heels, I was 5 feet 9 inches. Giving birth to three kids had altered my figure to some extent over the years. My breasts, which had been big before pregnancy, are now even larger at 36DD. My waist is 23 inches, and my hips are 34 inches. I also have glossy purple hair and red eyes. I am beautiful.
My clitoris, which had been about an inch long, when fully erect has grown to become almost 1.5 inches over the years because of all the clit clamps and non-piercing clit jewelry that I wear. Shagrat has also had my clithood reduced so that my clit is always exposed and erect.
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As expected, my butt crack is completely visible, and the side of my right leg is also exposed. I looked classy and sexy.
The thought of my butt being exposed caused a new wave of arousal in me, making my nipples rock hard and their outlines on the dress visible.
I had been raised with the notion that exposing oneself in any way was the height of vulgarity. So, showing any form of skin felt very naughty and wrong. The thought of being exposed and vulnerable has always aroused me. The clothes that I had worn over the last 7 years had usually been very revealing, and as a result, I was almost constantly wet and ready to be fucked.
Most noble women married to humans held true to their traditions and usually chose to dress very conservatively. Orc wives, on the other hand, were usually very lightly dressed, similar to how I would be dressed. But, knowing how easily I grew aroused when I was humiliated, exposed, and the center of attention, my husband ordered that everyone in my presence wear clothing that at the very least covered their genitals. As a result, even among orc wives, I was usually the only one naked. There were some exceptions to this rule, though.
I didn't have the time to deal with this new wave of arousal that assailed me. Mondays were usually the busiest for me, as I tended to do most of my meetings with human lords and foreign dignitaries on these days. It wasn't because I didn't want them to see me naked. Indeed, most of the lords had already seen me get fucked many times. But because of my strict upbringing, I was more comfortable being clothed, so I sought to do business while clothed.
I rushed to the private dining room, escorted by three royal guards, and entered to find my three sons, Xugor, Urul, and Welub, having breakfast. Welub, the youngest, was three years old; Urul was five; and Xugor, the crown prince, was seven. They had all inherited their father's pale white skin and red eyes.
