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nebulastarr · 1 year ago

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@kiatheinsomniac Girl, words cannot describe how amazing this was! As a fan of both Loki and and Brother Day, this fanfic was definitely fun to read. Keep up the amazing work!

Here it is! The Loki x reader x Brother Day smut that I've mentioned over the past few days. I'm just going to confess this right now: I am fully aware of all the plot holes in this AU but really the only reason why I added the minimal plot that I did at the start was to try and make it make a little more sense that Cleon and Loki were even in the same room. I just have the hots for these two sassy space rulers and wanted to write a smut about both of them at once, simple as. Also, yeah, I got a bit carried away with how much I wrote.

word count: 10.2k

warnings: smut, choking, threesome, oral sex, riding, unprotected sex,

Kingdoms and Empires

“Unhand me! I am a God!” Loki exclaimed as the two of you were shoved through palatial halls that gleamed an almost-white shade of grey, embellished with gold.

You followed behind him, a guard pushing you by your back roughly, making you almost lose your balance various times, thinking to yourself about how this was one of those ‘Yeah, that’s me, you’re probably wondering how I got into this situation’ moments.

The two of you had been messing around with the bifrost: probably not your best idea yet but you had wanted to do something nice together and hey, what better way to do that than to go explore the capital planet of a galactic empire that possesses such advanced technology that no one else in the universe wanted to touch them in their little corner of the galaxy?

At least, that was what Loki had planned: he told you that it was a shortcut to Asgard’s archives, knowing there was no way you would actually come along had he told you the truth about it all.

You had found yourselves standing in the most immaculate gardens that you had ever seen, a light morning mist rolling over the perfectly landscaped hills. You had marvelled at the sight of the pale grey, white and gold palace that towered over you before you realised that the grand building was dwarfed by a tower in the opposite direction that was so tall it breached the atmosphere.

That was also when you started giving Loki a mouthful because the tower made you realise that you were not, in fact, on Asgard anymore. It had taken enough convincing just to get you to leave Earth in the first place, the whole idea of being lost in the infinite cosmos that was space having utterly terrified you. With the exception of astronauts (meticulously trained with a whole team of experts constantly supporting them from the surface), humans did not leave Earth and so the idea of being on a planet that sounded as terrifying as Loki described shook you to your core.

Perhaps you should have been a little quieter with the verbal assault that you unleashed on your mischievous lover because it only attracted a group of patrolling guards to you.

It would be a few hours until Heimdall would return (as per Loki’s scheming that had drawn him away from the bifrost in the first place) and so the two of you would have to do your best to scrape by and not die until then. Loki would only be using his magic if either of you ended up looking death in the face.

The two of you were held before grand golden doors that displayed repetitive, symmetrical patterns, Loki demanding that the two of you be let go. You decided that you would gather as much information as you could through observation before opening your mouth to speak.

After what felt like ten minutes, the doors were opened and the two of you were pushed into a room where sunlight poured in through patterned windows and the floor was black with golden lines, a contrast to the white walls and pillars that upheld the high ceilings. Three grand, golden thrones stood before the two of you, raised upon a platform that had steps leading up to it.

Upon the throne of the left sat a young boy in pale blue, a grown man in a bright blue on the centre and an older man with greyed hair in darker blue on the throne to the right. They all sat the same: legs spread, hands resting upon them, backs upright. They all also looked strikingly similar and you wondered if you were looking upon a grandson, son and grandfather of emperors with shockingly strong genes.

Suddenly, you were quite thankful for the simple Asgardian attire that you were wearing as you would feel shamefully underdressed otherwise.

“Obrecht, we received your report of a security breach.” The man in the middle began, glancing between you and Loki. His voice was slow, precise and you had to admit: rather attractive. You turned your head a little to look at your lover worriedly, knowing that being labelled such did not do any favours for the two of you.

“They were found arguing with each other in the gardens, Empire.” The man in black who had captured the two of you, seemingly appearing from thin air, replied. You found it eerie how all three before you seemed to raise their brow questioningly in complete synchronisation.

“Arguing?” The greying man highlighted.

“Just a simple lover’s quarrel.” Loki replied with his signature grin and a wink, shaking at the cuffs upon his wrists. He looked over to you and you gave him a pointed look, a silent command ‘don’t let them know you’re magic yet, we might need it later’.

“In our imperial gardens?” The middle man quizzed. Loki turned back to face them.

“We find ourselves… misplaced.” The demigod spoke vaguely.

“Indeed you do. Tell me, where do you come from?” The two of you glanced between each other, unsure of what to say considering that it is likely these men would not have heard of either of your home worlds. “Tell me!” He demanded, rising from his seat in a fluid motion.

“We come from beyond your reach… Empire.” You added for good measure, remembering how the guard had addressed him as you slowly rose to your feet, “As my partner has said, we find ourselves misplaced and wish only to return to where we came from.” He narrowed his eyes at you thoughtfully, thinking over your words.

“And if you come from beyond the outer reach, how is it that you find yourselves arguing in our gardens?” He quizzed and you nervously glanced over to Loki, wondering how much would be safe to tell truthfully.

“We… were aiming to travel elsewhere but have appeared in the wrong destination, it would seem.” You spoke, speaking your words slowly and choosing each one carefully.

“There is no crash site.” The guard, Obrecht, chimed in and you turned to glance between the guard in black and the Emperor in bright blue.

“We needed no vehicle to get here.” You glanced over to Loki, knowing that perhaps sharing information about the bifrost may not be wise, “The technology from my partner’s homeworld can transport people almost immediately from one location to another.”

“You possess jump technology?” The greying man questioned and you furrowed your brows, finding yourself subconsciously taking a small step closer to your lover.

“I’m unfamiliar with this term but it means that we can travel light years of distance in a matter of moments.” You explained and instantly regretted your words as a grave look fell upon the faces of all except the young boy.

“So you do possess jump technology.” The greying man confirmed.

“Such technology is restricted to the imperial army and the imperial army alone. If you do come from beyond our reach, as you speak, tell me: how common is this technology?” You swallowed hard and really delved into your strategic thinking. There were galactic leaders standing before you, you were certain that the idea of powers beyond their borders possessing technology that could instantly transport people to their doorstep was threatening to them. You would play on that fear and use it to make them see you and Loki in the way that you wished them to.

“It is unique to my partner’s homeworld.” You lied, knowing full well that Loki had told you there were other planets with civilisations that possessed this ‘jump technology’ as the Emperor had called it, “I can sense that this is new information to you but I can assure you that we have no intentions to harm or threaten you. As the Prince of his homeworld, Asgard, Loki would never threaten any such thing against your Empire as it would have such terrible political repercussions, I can imagine.” You glanced over to him and didn’t miss the smile at the corner of his mouth as he rose to his feet, seeing exactly what you were doing. You were playing the role of wise diplomat and you were playing it like a game of chess.

“You are a Prince?” The greying man spoke and suddenly the two in the deeper shades of blue turned their heads in sync to meet eyes.

“Yes, I am Loki Odinson, Prince of Asgard, home of Odin, King of the Nine Realms. It is truly an innocent mistake that my partner and I have arrived on your planet and we intend only to go home when the one in control of our… jump technology… is able to bring us back.” There was a pause as he gestured to the cuffs on his arms, “Perhaps, if things may take a more hospitable turn from this information, this could be the beginning of a friendship between your Empire and my Nine Realms.” You felt your fear alleviate a little bit at knowing Loki had caught onto your plan. The man in the middle glanced between the other two in blue on either side of him before he nodded his head to Obrecht and the two of you were released, Loki was quick to get to your side and place a hand between your shoulder blades, a silent thank you for your quick thinking to use his royal status as a political leverage against the emperors.

It’s one of the many reasons why the two of you clicked: Loki was good at talking anyone into seeing a situation that he had conjured up, you were good at talking people into seeing a situation for what it was through your own eyes. In short, lies and your own version of the truth; if one didn’t work, the other was bound to and so the two of you managed to stay out of trouble when you were together.

The greying man turned to a servant, ordering him to notify the chefs to prepare a meal for the Emperors and their two guests. Loki leaned down so that his lips could hover over your ear before speaking.

“Well done.” When he pulled back, he flashed you a wink and you felt your cheeks warm a little, leaning into him.

“Come, join us.” The greying man spoke once more and the two of you followed them through a corridor that displayed the most beautifully mesmerising mural you had ever seen in your life, the pigments of the colour subtly swirling and bringing so many stories to life. On that walk, the elder of the three explained each piece to you and Loki who were learning much more of this Empire and its formidable history.

The two of you had been baffled to learn that your three hosts were, in fact, clones who had been decanted at different ages to rule over the empire. By the time you were seated at a long dining table with a feast laid out before you, Brother Day sitting at the head of the table while you and Loki sat beside each other with Dawn and Dusk opposite you, Loki had delved into a brief history of Asgard and then you paused mid-sip of wine when a question was finally pointed at you who had been happy to sit back in silence and take in these tales of history until then.

They had deduced from Loki’s story that you were not, in fact, Asgardian and you had been met with laughter when you first explained that you were from Earth. It would seem that in Cleon’s empire, Earth was regarded as a fantasy that was made up in a story to explain where humans originated from (though, the Empire had many theories pertaining to that). How you had blown their minds when you told them about the fossils and bones on your planet that proved what they regarded as a baseless theory to be true.

Following lunch, Day had insisted on touring you and Loki around the gardens as the two shared tales of the might of their ruling homeworlds before the conversation turned to you explaining to Brother Day, or Cleon, what technology on Earth was like and your very limited technology regarding space travel in particular.

You found yourself batting away thoughts at how handsome the Emperor of the middle throne was as you walked between him and your lover. He was only slightly taller than Loki, his hair was shorter and brown but slicked back in a similar way to your partner, his eyebrows were thick over his dark blue eyes and he walked with utmost grace. He had an aura of authority that radiated off him and you looked between the two of them, realising that you most certainly must have a type. You began to mentally swat away your far from appropriate thoughts at what the two of them might be able to do to you together.

Eventually, Day led the two of you back into the imperial palace and the two of you ended up in a dimly lit room that had a large table in its centre. You gasped as Day commanded the table to display a 3D map of the empire to you and Loki, the surface of the table rising up like sand and creating the hologram. You had been equally baffled at the quantum generator on Asgard that seemed so similar to what Day called the ‘holo’ before you.

It became clear to you that not all planets in the Empire were like the grounds of the imperial palace here on Trantor and neither did they have such monumental buildings such as the Star Bridge that could be seen from all around the palace, especially those of what he called the Outer Reach.

You found yourself leaning over the table a little in your eagerness to explore this interactive model before you and you could feel Loki’s hand sliding sinfully further down your back as you did so. Day seemed thoroughly amused by your reaction to his Empire’s technology and you delved into another conversation about the differences between the technology of his world and yours, a little embarrassedly showing him the smartphone that you had kept in your pocket the whole time. Which had been followed by more teasing from Loki about how terrified Midgardians were of leaving their planet.

You found yourself blushing between the two men and leaning into the table some more to zoom in on an uninhabited planet with three moons, delving into a little rabbit hole about Lumerism that the device told you all about and you found yourself smiling a little. It would seem that whoever these humans were that had left Earth somehow and ended up in this corner of the galaxy, had worshipped Hecate by one name or another and had morphed into Lumerism over time. As you did this, Day had crossed the room to speak quietly with a servant who left and returned with a tray bearing three glasses and a bottle.

“Wine?” Day offered, guiding you and Loki over to a seating area before an extravagant fireplace. The seats were large and plush and of an incredibly soft fabric that you couldn’t help but run your fingers over it. The servant placed the tray down on the glass coffee table and left the room.

“I’d love some.” Loki replied with a simple, very pleased with the offer and you found yourself laughing a little.

“It’s good to see that there are at least some consistencies across the galaxy.” You remarked with a smile, having seen this alcohol on Earth, Asgard and now Trantor. You thanked Day as he poured the drinks for you and as you took the first sip, you wondered how you would ever drink wine on Earth again. It lacked that bitter taste that so often put you off the cheaper versions of the drink that you could usually afford and was sweet and strong, flavours of fruits and something a little charred and floral gracing your tongue.

The three of you must have had a bottle each by the time that Loki was singing old Asgardian drinking songs and tilting your glass to your lips with his fingers at its base, coaxing you to drink some more as he sang.

You were glad that things had managed to go as smoothly as this, not wanting to be one of those named responsible should everything have gone wrong and the Nine Realms and the Empire declared war upon each other. That would have been an utter disaster and you were relieved to have dodged that worst case scenario. In your slight drunkenness, you had got talking - and were very fond and more prone to speaking of the deeper, more philosophical themes once there was some alcohol in your system - and so you had explained your theories of Hecate and Lumerism to Day who seemed beyond intrigued at combining what he knew of your Empire and its history with what you knew of the human history of Earth, seed of human life.

“Go fetch that scroll on the bookshelf over there, third shelf from the bottom on the left, beside the green book. I think you may find it interesting.” He pointed to the other side of the room and you stood a little too quickly to your feet in your eagerness, Loki chuckling as he grabbed you by the thighs to stabilise you as you were so clearly off-balance. All three of you ended up laughing lightly as you half-stumbled across the room to fetch what had been asked of you, having to keep balance and the forefront of your mind as you did so.

You returned to Day and handed him the scroll, sitting down on the floor beside the glass coffee table and Loki came to sit on the sofa behind you. Day unfurled the scroll and laid it flat and you gasped as you saw moving drawings of planets upon the page, turning to Loki.

“It’s like the books on Asgard!” Oh how they had fascinated you the first time Loki had shown you to his personal library that was annexed to his room. He would never forget the way your face lit up that day as you begged him to show you his many favourites. The two of you had fallen asleep in that library and he could remember your head resting on his lap as you did, the memory bringing a smile to his face along with the way you were beaming now. Day took out what looked to be a pen from the edge of the scroll and began to drag it across the paper, moving diagrams and text along as though it were a tablet presenting a slideshow. Your mouth dropped in pure shock and the two of them found it beyond amusing. Though, Loki was quickly becoming distracted by the sight of you looking so adorably unaware of how enticing you looked on your knees by his feet.

“This is incredible…” You breathed out, turning to face Day and placing a hand on his knee as you felt another wave of half-drunken dizziness overcome you, “How does it-” You stopped mid-sentence as you realised that your hand had not, in fact, fallen on his knee and was laying over a glowing orange web that had formed slightly above his body, leaning your head towards it for a better look and narrowing your eyes. “What is that?”

“It’s called an aura.” Day explained in that constant matter-of-fact tone of his. You looked up to meet his eyes and suddenly Loki wasn’t the only one thinking about the sight of you on your knees, memories of women from Gossamer court becoming warped with images of you. He dismissed them, he was the Empire and could bed no one who would not have their memories erased after. Anyway, you had arrived with your lover and so it was even more unlikely that you would agree to such a thing.

“You’re going to have to explain that a little, you’ve heard all about the extent of my technology.”

“It casts a barrier around my body which repels kinetic energy.” He elaborated and, taking in the information, you lightened your touch and found that your fingers sank through the barrier, landing on the soft fabric of his blue trousers.

“We have similar technology on Asgard, though it’s used more as military than personal defence.” Loki spoke and you turned your gaze back to him, taking a moment to admire your lover sitting above you, cheeks a little flushed from the strong wine and his hair falling about his shoulders in slight curls at their ends. You turned back to the scroll that functioned like a touch-screen with the pen in Day’s hand, frowning at the unfamiliar alphabet that everything was writing in. You beckoned to Loki over your shoulder.

“Come on and translate for me, allspeak, I don’t know this alphabet.” You said and felt him lean over you, an arm resting over your shoulder and his cheek against the side of your head, fingers skimming over the letters that you couldn’t read. That Asgardian ability amazed you and you could only imagine how much of a convenience it must be.

“You’re quite right about likening this Lumerism to Hecate.”

“You understand our alphabet?” Day quizzed, quite intrigued by this ‘allspeak’ that you had referred to.

“Asgardians have an ability called allspeak.” Loki began, “It means that what we say is understood by all species in their own language, likewise we understand yours.”

“There were once civilisations on my world that thought of his kind as Gods centuries ago.” You elaborated, wanting to contribute a little more to the conversation.

“Once?” Loki highlighted, lips against your ear, “Am I not your God?” Your mind flashed back to all the times that you had called him exactly that - often at his command - in the bedroom and you found yourself hanging your head down in an attempt to hide your blush, feeling the arm that Loki had slung over your shoulder retract enough for his hand to rest at the crook of your neck, fingers dancing dangerously against your throat. “You’ve called me that so many times before.” You bit down harshly on your lip and willed your legs to remain utterly still so as to not give yourself away by pressing your thighs together. There was a hum from Loki, one that you knew all too well: it was one of those little habits that he had which gave away his train of thought and you knew he’d be cocking his head a little too. “She’s not usually so shy, perhaps it’s because we have you in our company.” He spoke to the Emperor sitting beside him and you clenched your jaw as you realised the direction that Loki was trying to push this towards and, while you were admittedly shy as he had said, you were certainly not opposed to the idea of being taken by both a Prince and an Emperor at once.

“I do believe that I’m seeing an offer being laid out before me.” Day spoke slowly, leaning back in his seat as his eyes flickered between you and Loki. The Emperors were forbidden from any sexual relations within the Empire except for with the courtesans of Gossamer court whose memories were erased afterwards. But you and this Prince were not citizens of the Empire so surely that was his loophole to partake without breaking any rules. Even if this rule were broken, surely he could agree to this under the condition that the two of you never spoke of the event and so he would never have to receive the backlash from Dusk who, no doubetdly, would have something to say should he ever discover this.

“That’s not the only thing that you could have laid out before you.” Loki’s voice drawled out from behind you and you were thankful for your curtain of hair that kept your face hidden from Day at the implication of your lover’s words.

Being taken by a Prince from space who was dubbed a God and a clone of a galactic Emperor. If you could go back in time and tell you from four years ago that you would one day find yourself in this situation, you were sure that she would be convinced that she was bound to take some crazy drugs at some point to be saying such things.

“On the condition that this is never spoken about after what will transpire. Cleons are only permitted sexual relations with courtesans whose memories are then erased, I will not demand such a thing of the two of you but you must understand my need for secrecy, especially if Dusk will have anything to say about it.” He explained and you felt Loki’s fingers at your jaw, pushing it so that you had to look over your shoulder at the both of them.

“That sounds reasonable to me, what about you, pet?” He smiled and you glanced between the two strikingly handsome men. Was this not exactly what you had found your mind wandering to in the gardens earlier? What was the use in denying them if all three of you seemed to want this so much? Again: worst case scenario, this all goes terribly, terribly wrong and a war begins between the Nine Realms and the Empire. But, really, what were the odds?

“It sounds perfect.” You spoke quietly and a look of satisfaction fell upon the Emperor’s face at your words while Loki’s grin only grew wider. Oh, how he was eager to show you off.

“Always so good for me…” The demigod mused, leaning down and turning your head so that he could crash his lips onto yours, the passion behind it almost taking you by surprise as you tasted the wine on his tongue, his fingers wrapping gently around your neck. He withdrew just enough for his lips to graze over yours when he spoke: “You’ll be good for both of us tonight, won’t you?” A playful smile pulled at the corners of your mouth.

“I won’t make any promises.” There was a low laugh from Day and when your eyes met his, they were filled with a form of amazement at your words. Loki’s grip around your throat tightened a little, demanding your attention, you locked your eyes onto his blue-green ones and found them glinting with amusement.

“Don’t disappoint me now.” Your lips jutted into a pout and you placed a lingering kiss to his lips.

“When have I ever?” He shook his head and you found that you were turning your body to better face the two of them.

“With that sharp tongue of yours slipping.”

“Then perhaps we can find other uses for it.” Your voice was quieter and Loki seemed entertained by your shyness, eager to see you break free from its shell over the course of the night. His eyes flickered over to Day who was leaning back against the couch, his legs spread as they had been when he was sitting upon his middle throne.

“Oh, I’m certain that we can.” The Emperor hummed, holding out his hand to you and you took it, allowing him to help you rise to your feet. He coaxed you to sit between the two of them, his arm laying across the back of the couch so that his hand could reach out and cup your face. “Try and touch me again…” He spoke quietly, his eyes fixed on you as though you were the most exquisite delight he had ever set eyes upon in his life, it was such an intense gaze. You gently placed your fingers against his wrist, finding that aura was preventing you before you softened your touch, fingers landing upon his skin and beginning to caress his pulse, feeling Loki’s arms wrap around your waist from behind as you did so, his hands gliding over your hips and sides, igniting a fire in you.

He seemed entertained by your keen efforts to place your fingertips upon his skin. It only made you gasp when he lunged forwards, pushing your back against Loki’s chest as his lips met your jaw, his breath hot beneath your ear. It seemed that the aura wasn’t a constant and you wondered how it filtered out wanted and unwanted touch.

Your thoughts weren’t on that trail for very long as his mouth was soon on yours, leaving you confused as you could still feel lips upon your neck, bringing you to the realisation that it was Loki who was now trailing wet kisses along your pulse and it made you whine into Day’s mouth, you were already becoming lost in the touches of these two men.

Day gently pulled at your lower lip as Loki’s hands cupped just beneath your breasts, nipping at the nape of your neck and making a moan slip past your lips, giving Day the chance to lick into your mouth. Your body felt hot as it melted between these two tall men, their hands caressing your body and you ached for the barrier of your Asgardian clothing to be removed so that they had access to your skin. A hand was hiking up the skirt of your dress and it made heat pool in your core to not know whose hand it was.

Day’s head dipped down to kiss the patch of skin that was exposed above your left breast and you turned your head to meet Loki’s familiar lips instead, fighting to dominate the kiss with a cheeky smile before he grabbed your cheeks, pulling back enough to glare into your eyes. You gave him a little giggle just before his lips crashed onto yours again and you let him take control, already plotting some of the things that you had in store for the two men that evening.

“Behave.” Loki murmured lowly between hot kisses, taking a moment to suck your tongue into his mouth before his lips were slanting down your jaw. You dismissed the command with a hum.

“How trained are these courtesans, Day?” You mused, letting your head fall back against Loki’s shoulder, feeling the metal and buckles of his armour press to your back through the soft fabric of your pale brown and copper dress.

“Thoroughly,” You could feel his breath against your skin that was now damp with his hot kisses, “they are servants to the Empire’s every wish and whim, after all. Which is how you shall refer to me.” You tilted your head back with a smirk that only grew at his added comment looking down your nose at the Emperor.

“All the more reason for me to misbehave, I think. Some variety will be good for you.” He froze at your words and it made you slide your hands up his chest, able to get a little feel at the muscle beneath his collared shirt. It must have been while Loki was kissing you that he had pushed his sleeves up to his elbows because such a thing certainly wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by you beforehand. You admired how strong his arms looked before your eyes came back up to his face which still looked rather shocked. “What? Not used to having someone not kneel down and worship you, Empire.” The last word took on a tinge of a mocking tone and you became aware of Loki undoing the sash of the dress that wrapped over your right shoulder and tucked into the belt at your waist.

“Don’t be afraid to put her in her place.” Loki spoke as he wrapped his hand suddenly around your neck, showing Day just what he meant. The touch made you press your thighs together as his grip on your throat sent a rippling sensation down towards your pussy.

“I think it would be good for him to have something different to what he’s used to, a woman who knows what she wants.” You quipped back and Day’s expression of surprise began melding into anticipation.

“Don’t put yourself on a pedestal, you know that you’re just a brat.” Loki clicked his tongue as he loosened the belt that was at your waist, tossing it to the floor and pulling at the sash again. You smiled with a hum.

“Oh, but you love that about me.” You had no idea if Day was a dominating partner like Loki could be but a good part of you hoped so. Another thing that you had in common with your lover: you had a knack for enjoying getting yourself into certain kinds of trouble. You squealed as he pinched your inner thigh, the pain short-lived but sharp and your lips jutted into a pout, knowing all too well that he wasn’t letting these little quips slide just so he could have the chance to show the Emperor the little ways in which he could punish you.

You turned around to face him, propping yourself up on your knees, cupping his face in your hands and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your aim here was to tease Day, arching your back as you leaned into Loki and spreading your thighs apart just slightly, the skirt of your dress falling back down over your legs and jutting your hips out within his reach.

Your hands trailed down to begin stripping Loki of his golden armour, fingers fumbling with various buckles and straps, your breath shuddering as you felt Day push your dress up past your hips, hearing a low groan of approval at the sight of your ass, barely covered by your white lace panties.

You were pushing pieces of armour from Loki’s torso, tossing them aside to the floor with your belt and sash, eagerly wanting access to the sight of his pale skin and lean body. You could feel Day’s hands pushing the dress further up your body and you trailed your lips down to his jaw, feeling the way his hand in your hair tightened as you made it your mission to leave a mark there. You took a moment to mourn the fact that you wouldn’t be able to leave the same kinds of marks on Day but an eagerness bubbled up within you as you wondered if he would simply make up for the loss by marking you instead. You adored seeing the aftermath of what Loki could do to you and having their shared bruises, bites and scratches upon your skin would be a beautiful souvenir to leave the Empire with.

The Emperor’s hands ran over the curve of your waist to slide up your front, cupping your breasts beneath your dress, his forearms holding the fabric out of the way and you found your resolve faltering at the way his fingers went straight to plucking at your nipples after feeling the weight of your soft flesh in his palms for a moment.

“Day…” You sighed out and Loki laughed at the high gasp that was torn from your lungs at the crack of that very man’s palm against the softness of your ass.

“That’s not what you should be calling me.” You peered over your shoulder to see eyes darkened with lust and twinkling with delight and the sight almost made your knees feel weak. He wasn’t used to facing any problems with taking what he wanted in the bedroom, used to utterly compliant partners who want nothing for themselves, he was eager to see how far the two of you could push each other for your wants.

“Sorry, Empire.” Your tone was sincere but he didn’t miss your little grin as you turned back to Loki, intent on exposing his chest to your hungry eyes still. You got to his final layer and greedily pulled it over his head, the Prince lifting his arms to allow you to do so. The moment the shirt hit the floor, your fingers landed at the base of his slender neck, trailing across defined collarbones. You splayed your palms across alabaster skin and pushed them downwards over his elegantly defined muscle, pushing down and sighing contentedly, leaning in to trail hot kisses across his collarbones.

Meanwhile, Day was pulling you to lean back a little more with his hands upon your breasts still, coaxing you to sit upright and lift your arms as the fabric of the dress was bunched higher and higher up your body, feeling it slip over your head. Your hair went with it, being caught in the clothing before spilling behind your shoulders again. Day pulled you back against his body, fingertips gently tracing paths up your spread inner thighs, his chin resting on your shoulder so that he could take in his sight of your body from this angle. You could hear his low groan against your ear and it turned you on to know that he approved of what he saw. Loki was equally pleased with the sight, his tongue skimming over his teeth while his eyes raked over your figure; Loki’s expression filled you with butterflies as much as desire. He still adored the sight of you after all the times you had been laid bare to him and it made you feel beautiful in a way that words couldn’t convey.

Wanting to see just how pleased Day was, you reached a hand back and fumbled around with the blue fabric of his clothing, finding the hem of his shirt and skimming your fingers over his lower abdomen. You dipped your fingers past the waistband of his pants and began to palm his half-hard cock, your chest heaving with a breath at feeling the size of him in your hand, undeniably thick.

He groaned and a hand came to slide down to your hip, holding you in place as he lightly bucked his hips up into your touch. Loki leaned forwards to lavish kisses across your breasts, his hands paying them equal attention as Day’s continued to skim across your bare thighs, making you whine when he seemed to refuse to touch your aching pussy. Loki pushed you back against the Emperor’s muscular body as his lips trailed further down and you thought of all the things his notorious ‘silvertongue’ had done to you in the past.

Eager to feel the wet muscle against where you needed him the most, you tangled your hands in his ebony hair with a whine, gently pushing him down but he reached for your wrists and pried them from his head.

“Patience.” He chastised with a smile, eyes flickering behind you to meet the dark blue hues of Day’s, a dark grin teasing at his lips. “Hold her arms back, won’t you?” You opened your mouth to protest, believing that you had done nothing to warrant being restrained but when Day’s hands wrapped around your wrists and tugged them behind your back, guiding one of your hands back to his cock as his lips landed at your neck. As you began to stroke him, thumb swiping over his weeping head, he moaned against your bare neck and you could feel it in his chest from behind you. You twisted your wrists in an attempt to free yourself, wanting to strip him of his bright blue clothing but he simply smiled against your skin when you failed and held you tighter.

Meanwhile, Loki was shifting your weight so that you could stretch your legs out in front of you, making you shift down Day’s chest as you were no longer on your knees. You bit down on your lip as Loki’s long, slender fingers dancing lightly down the softness of your thighs, making you want to press them together but he easily pushed them apart once more.

Your bare breasts heaved with breath at the feeling of these two men holding you in the position they desired, feeling a new wave of wetness between your legs. Pouting at Loki for the lack of attention to your core, you instead looked up to Day, craning your neck to meet your lips in a kiss but, instead, his lidded eyes looked down at you as you continued to stroke his cock behind your back.

“I think our host is far too overdressed, my love.” You hummed to your partner but never once broke eye contact with the Emperor.

“And what exactly are you going to do about it with your hands pinned, darling?” Loki smirked against your thigh, teeth grazing against your plush flesh. Your head snapped down to glare at him, debating your next move mentally as he seemed content enough to simply tease you with almost-not-there kisses against the insides of your legs.

Deciding you would simply endure whatever repercussions came next, you spun in place, one leg going over Loki’s head so that you could turn to face Day but gasped as you only made it halfway, the grip on your arm stilling you and making you fall - rather unceremoniously - on your side. You’d managed to break out of Loki’s hold like this once or twice before but it seemed that you had underestimated the Emperor, looking up at him with an expression that conveyed both your nerves and want for forgiveness. You were met with a slow smile but it was not one of kindness, it was one of luck, knowing that you had given him a chance to push you a little more.

You retracted your hand from the waistline of his trousers, using it to hold some more of your weight up, hearing Loki’s low laugh from behind you as his hands caressed your clothed pussy from behind, humming in delight at the fact you’d already soaked through the lace. You whined at the light touch, your clothing acting as a buffer to his touch and you craved it in its entirety.

Your eyes dropped to Day’s lips then further down to the outline of his hardened cock straining against his clothes. You gasped when a hand grasped the back of your neck and pushed your head down so that you were now eye-level with what had just been fixating on. You had no idea whose hand it was and you only moaned at that, unable to move your head enough to see whose it was.

“Fitting, as you were looking so hungrily.” The Emperor, making you assume that it was his tanned fingers curling in your hair but he then grabbed your wrists, leading your hands up to his waistband again. You pushed it down just enough to free his cock and you bit your lip, moaning at the sight: slightly shorter and yet thicker than Loki’s. You parted your lips and lightly licked over his head eagerly, humming as you softly sucked it into your mouth to taste the flavour of his salty precum on your tongue. You released him from your mouth to press wet kisses along the length of him before moving back to suck him into your mouth, glancing up at him through your lashes and seeing that he seemed to hold that composure which had barely faltered in the short time that you’d known him.

You were determined to break it.

You hummed lowly against him as you gradually took more of him in your mouth, keeping your pace and progress tauntingly slow as you began to bob your head while Loki manoeuvred you onto your knees. You couldn’t help but moan around him when the Prince pushed your panties aside, exposing your drenched core to the cool air and his even cooler fingers swiped through your wetness, letting out a pleased groan. The feeling of him touching you where you needed attention the most, paired with the slick noise and the sound of his groan, had you moaning around the Emperor and you eased up on your slow pace in eagerness to show that you could earn each pleasurable touch they would bestow upon you.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when Loki sank a finger into you, breathing heavily through your nose and curling your fingers tightly into the bottom of Day’s shirt.

“Such an eager cunt…” He hummed from behind you and you knew that he was trying to distract you from the task at hand. Mostly out of spite, you doubled down your efforts, gagging a little but figuring out what worked best for you soon enough, beginning to hollow out your cheeks around him. However, you were stopped by the feeling of fingers tangling in your hair, tight against your head and stilling your movements. You expected Day to begin moving his hips against your face but no such action came, only words from your lover: “She’ll try to pull away otherwise.” The thought of him holding your head down to keep the Emperor’s cock in your mouth made you moan and your pussy fluttered against his finger before he withdrew it entirely and suddenly it was plunging back into you, joined by a second cold finger. They began a quick assault on the sensitive spot within your hot walls, curling downwards harshly and Loki had been right to hold you in place as you were more than certain you would have pulled off right away to catch the breath that had been knocked from your lungs.

Day’s fingers rested lightly underneath your chin and your eyes flickered up to meet his own and you began to suck down on him once more, even despite being unable to move your head. You reached up to try and open the front of shirt but couldn’t quite figure out that the buttons were under a seam of fabric and so you reached for his hips instead, coaxing him to fuck your mouth if you couldn’t move your head. He indulged you and you hummed sweetly around him, scrunching your eyes in pleasure when Loki regained your attention with another hand snaking under you to caress your clit with his thumb. You whined around the cock in your mouth as you felt yourself nearing that edge, your thighs tensing before the hand in your hair pulled you upright suddenly, making you yelp at the tug before you fell back against Loki’s body, panting for breath and whining at the loss of his fingers within you.

Day seemed pleased with the sight of your body in this position, eyeing you up the way a starved man would to a feast.

“Why don’t we get those off her?” The Emperor mused as his eyes landed on your ruined panties, the only piece of clothing left on your body besides your jewellery.

“Well?” Loki’s voice in your ear, “You heard him.” You flicked your tongue across your lower lip, aware of the saliva that had dripped down your chin when you were suddenly pulled off Day.

“I still didn’t get my kiss.” You tilted your head back a little, your eyes meeting the Emperor’s with defiance.

“What makes you think you deserve it?” His eyes narrowed as he leaned into you.

“I don’t need to deserve things, I want them.” You could hear Loki laugh behind you and he was tempted to intervene with your behaviour himself but he seemed as curious as you were to see how the Emperor would react.

“Ah, a woman after my own heart.” He smirked as his eyes raked over your body once more, “How about we compromise then? I remove something and so do you.”

“Oh, now that I can agree to.” You grinned, reaching for the edge of your panties and hooking your thumbs into the waistband, doing nothing more until he began to unbutton his shirt, pushing them down as he shrugged out of the article of clothing. His muscles were about as defined as Loki’s, but he was broader in his torso and had tanned skin. Though, what caught your attention was the fact that he had no belly button whatsoever. An amused smile tugged at your lips as you assumed that it must be due to the fact he’s a clone. The joke was on the tip of your tongue and your sense of knowing better lost the debate in your mind as you grinned cheekily, eyes flickering between his blue hues and his abdomen, “So, did they grow you in a petri dish or…?”

There was a snort from Loki behind you who hid his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself, not having expected your words at all as Day reached forwards to catch your face, a look of offence on his own though he was secretly thrilled by your behaviour. Never would a courtesan ever give him reason to act like this, to provoke emotions to feed his darkening lust as you did.

“I would watch my tongue if I were you…” He warned, fingers digging into your cheeks. Despite the way your lips were now jutting out at his grip, you still kept your sharp demeanour.

“Why me? You seemed to love watching my tongue a moment ago.” And you stuck it out for emphasis, a giggle building in your throat before it melted into a moan as Day crashed his lips onto yours, sucking your tongue into his mouth as his hand trailed downwards to splay across your throat. It was only broken when you felt the tip of Loki’s cock push into you, taking you by surprise as you had been losing yourself to the kiss.

You gasped out the demigod’s name against Day’s lips, one of your hands curling into the Emperor’s shoulders while the other reached back for Loki’s dark hair, turning your head to look up at him as he pushed further into you, making you shudder as your wet walls welcomed him in with a stretch. As you adjusted to the sudden intrusion, you raked your nails down the Emperor’s chest, aiding in your balance to stay upon your knees as the Prince behind you bruisingly gripped your hips.You moaned at the harsh pressure against your skin and sought to continue messily kissing Day as Loki began to thrust into you, slow but firm and hard, making you almost squeak out moans against Day’s mouth with each piston of your lover’s hips against yours.

One of Loki’s hands reached down to caress your clit and it had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, nails raking down the Emperor’s tanned skin as you let yourself go to the pleasure that Loki was giving you. When you were flushed and trembling, tight around your lover’s cock within you, you threw your head back against Loki’s shoulder, almost feeling ready to fall at the strong waves of pleasure that were swimming through your veins.

“Are you going to come?” The Prince behind you mused and all you could do was not your head, eyes fluttering to either shut or stay open, you were unsure. Loki’s hand wrapped around your throat and you knew it was a sign that you had to make sure you kept your eyes open. “Then beg him to let you come.” He spoke lowly in your ear and Day’s face lit up with a smug satisfaction.

“Please?” You whimpered out.

“Do you deserve it?” He threw back, echoing your earlier words and you could have kicked yourself, “Because wanting it won’t be enough right now.”

“Please, Empire, I’m begging you. I need it, please.” There was a moan from Loki behind you at hearing your pleas and it spurred him on, making it all the more harder for you to put off your release, “Let me come for the two of you, Empire, please.” Your voice broke in desperation and you knew you’d been bested at your own game, “I’ll behave, I swear, please let me come.”

“I’ll hold you to your word.” Fingertips caressing your cheek before roughly tangling in your hair, pulling your head back against Loki’s shoulder once more. “Go on.” And you came apart with a cry, legs trembling as hot waves of pleasure washed over you, quickly feeling yourself be removed from Loki and forced into the Emperor’s arms. The Prince was panting heavily and had yet to have his own release, having pushed you from him before he could.

“I won’t be holding back anymore should you break your promise, pet.” He panted as he looked over you, flushed and shaking, a light sheen over your skin. He rested back on the other end of the sofa as Day reclined with you leaning against his chest, Loki watching the two of you intently, fingers clearly itching to indulge himself but fighting the urge. He had no need to pleasure himself when all he needed was a little patience to have you do it for him. Day’s fingers squeezed the softness of your thighs harshly and you whined but were eager to take him within you after being torn from Loki just after hitting your high.

“How would you have me, Empire?” You drawled out against his throat, pressing a hot kiss there and craving to bite down but knowing better.

“Sit up.” He commanded lowly and you did so, trailing your fingers over the hills of his abdomen as you did so, his fingers easing up to caress your thighs instead. He groaned as he looked over your body and you were pleased to see that his hair had become quite dishevelled. His hands took your wrists and guided your fingertips up your body, placing your hands over your breasts and he splayed his hands over yours, dwarfing them as he cupped your breasts with both of your hands. “And don’t stop playing with yourself until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, Empire.” There was a triumphant smile on his face and you knew a part of him was happy to feel as though he’d tamed a woman with more resolve than he’d shared a bed with before. Part of him longed now for the space of the beds of Gossamer court, his own being a single for the reason that it was not intended to be shared. He was certain it could open more opportunities for himself, you and Loki but there was little point in thinking it over too much. He reached down as you began to palm your soft flesh and pluck at your hardened nipples, feeling the head of his cock slowly breech you, watching for your reaction.

He was more than pleased at the way your lips parted with a soft moan and the way that you were absolutely drenched from being fucked by Loki, made to come by the Prince and allowed to come by the Emperor. His hands landed at your hips and snaked further up, behind your shoulders and then over them, his hold firm. His eyes seemed to flicker back to Loki for a moment before he thrust up into you, his grip giving you no room to move and meaning that you had to take all of what he was giving you. You cried out and threw your head back, not forgetting the Emperor’s order to continue teasing your breasts, only enhancing the pleasure he was giving you.

The force of his thrusts was almost dizzying and your chin fell against your chest for a moment as you looked down at where your bodies met, only for it to be pulled back again by Loki’s hand in your hair. He had come to stand beside you now, slowly stroking himself as he kept your head in place.

“Look at him.” The Prince spoke, licking his lips at the sight of you being so thoroughly fucked and letting his eyes linger against your lips that were parted to make way for your stream of moans, whimpers and panting breaths. You held eye contact with Day whose brows were furrowed in pleasure as he held you to take the full force of his hips pistoning against yours. You could feel heat flooding your body and you relaxed your hands against your breasts to try and ease yourself a little, simply feeling the weight of the soft flesh in your palms.

You felt Loki’s grip ease up a little and so you used it as a chance to turn your head towards him, being eye-level with his cock that was still covered with your wetness. In a silent request, you stuck your tongue out and the Prince let out a ragged sigh at your want to please him. His fingers detangled from your hair to cup the back of your head instead, urging you to take him without any teasing beforehand.

Day groaned at the sight of you taking him so well while your lips wrapped around Loki’s cock too and he took one of your hands in his, guiding it down to between your legs before his hand returned to your shoulder.

“Touch yourself while you take us.” His tone came out edged with a moan and you wondered if that composure which he still clung to would be lost or not when he reached his peak. You moaned around Loki as you bobbed your head over him, taking him as deep as you could and hollowing your cheeks around him, making no effort to create a quiet job of it. You rubbed circles over your clit and brought your other hand away from your breast to stroke along the remaining length of Loki that you couldn’t take into your mouth.

He pulled away from you but you kept your mouth open, tongue just prodding past your lips as he laid the head of his cock against the wet muscle, quickly stroking himself to completion and you curled your tongue upwards as the last of his ropes of cum spilled into your mouth and began to drip from your tongue. Fingers beneath your chin forced you to tilt your head back as you swallowed, fixing your eyes on Loki’s as you swallowed, sticking your tongue out to show him what you had done.

However, your hand had stilled over your clit in your effort to bring Loki to his orgasm and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge. The Prince reached down to replace your hand with his own, his other hand coming to firmly grasp the soft flesh of your ass behind you and you tried to jolt upwards at the sudden pleasure but Day’s grip on you was keeping you in place and you found that you were unable to stave off your orgasm any longer.

The hand over your clit was quick to clamp over your mouth and you could only assume that it was because you were being much louder than intended but you simply let Loki muffle your moans as Day sought his own release in yours, more than happy to surrender to the two men.

You felt Day pull you down onto him in one final thrust, a warmth filling you as you fought the urge to simply collapse in exhaustion. There were some words exchanged between the Prince and the Emperor but you soon felt your body being moved and by the time you opened your eyes, you were settled across Loki’s lap while Day was sitting up. The Emperor’s hands ran up your calves and set them across his own lap as you laid, spent, against Loki’s chest, panting.

You brought a hand up to gently tap against your lover’s chest twice, letting your eyes fall closed again.

“I think now would be a good time for magic.” You hummed. Loki often cleaned the two of you up with his magic after sex and it was a nice comfort from when their was neither time nor energy for a bath. You felt cool pinpricks of magic wash over you and suddenly you were clean of any fluids that had been making you uncomfortable, as were the two men who you sat with.

“That was something you left out about Asgardians.” Day noted with a look of disbelief.

“Not all of us have it.” Loki replied simply, a hand caressing your hair as you allowed your head to loll against his shoulder. “Heimdall should be back by now…”

“I think I’m going to miss the Empire…” You mused, hearing a quiet laugh from Day.

“The man or the place?”

“I’m only acquainted with one, am I not?” You threw back with a smile teasing the corner of your lips.

The three of you had rested for a little while longer before dressing once more. A part of you was tempted to remark on how you would enjoy a repeat some day but thought that it would be better to discuss the matter with Loki alone first before suggesting such a thing. For this, you were thankful when Day spoke for you:

“You are welcome to return whenever you please, though I’m sure you understand that I might not always be available or I may be off-planet from time to time.” The Emperor spoke and when your eyes met Loki’s, the two of you shared a familiar look. One that said you would just adore using the bifrost behind Heimdall’s back again if it meant that this would not be your last night with Brother Day.

From there, Loki called for Heimdall to bring the two of you back to Asgard and you both accepted the lecture on not using the bifrost knowing full well that you would be breaking that rule again soon enough.

#brother day #foundation #loki laufeyson #marvel #BROTHER DAY AND LOKI #SIGN ME THE FUCK UP #tall dark and handsome #I can take both #and not in a fight #intergalactic emperor daddy #god of mischief

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kiatheinsomniac · 2 years ago

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I will never have enough of Brother Day 😈

Can you please write something where he overhears the reader masturbating while calling out his name and then makes her fantasy a reality?

notes: ok this is my favourite Brother Day solo smut that I've written - I also really like this reader's character lol

pairing: Brother Day x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: NSFW content, smut, voyeurism, mutual masturbation, creampie, light humiliation, Day having someone that he can actually act informally with

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The Emperor's advisor

The group of advisors that Dusk had appointed were irritating Day beyond what he could have imagined possible. They were doing very little to actually offer any solutions, mostly just bickering between themselves. So, he went to seek you out, the advisor of his choice.

You weren’t from Trantor originally but had come to the planet as a politics professor to work at a university on one of the upper subterranean levels. You’d been given the opportunity to study history at a more advanced level, some languages, taken up some philosophy modules.

You ended up with the perfect resume for a political diplomat and had actually been called to the imperial palace by one of Dusk’s advisors in a small group of scholars. You had exceeded in all tasks given to you compared to the rest of your group and so you found yourself working in the palace more often than not until you were given a live-in job. The palace grounds had more than enough room for its staff and advisors would be called on at any time of day or night if an urgent issue was brought to the Emperors’ attention.

You were polite, always formal in the appropriate settings and got your damn job done well. He would watch you quietly observe debate among your fellow advisors for a moment before scribbling down some notes and finally deciding to speak where you would proceed to dominate whatever subject they were bickering about, leading a many-faceted argument towards a solution. He almost mourned the loss of your potential in this palace. If you weren’t such a vital tool to him, you would make an excellent leader of some group: a sparsely populated planet or a small one, a kingdom perhaps or a city with a large population. You would be an appraised leader, that much he knew. But he was selfish and he wanted your skills for himself, for his Empire.

You had stuck out to him so much that he ended up going to you alone to solve problems and he found that, as you analysed different ideas and potential solutions, or when you finished up explaining how he needed to execute your plan, you could grow quite informal, comfortable even. It had led to a strong friendship between the two of you and you had since accompanied him to off-planet meetings or simple recreational activities like hunting or watching performances. There were teasing remarks among the imperial court that you were his lover but they were easily enough ignored, chalked down to humour – people enjoyed trying to knock down their leaders a few pegs.

As he stormed through the corridors he was about to burst into your room – people of his status could often forget that some things were, in fact, not immediately available for them – and he paused to knock at your door when he heard it. He could just barely hear noise like… crying?

Day pressed his ear to the door to see if it was truly you sobbing that he could hear but his eyes widened in shock for a moment when he finally focused his senses into discovering what was going on on the other side of the door. You weren’t crying, you were moaning. He could just barely hear the muffled noises of your slick cunt, being filled by your fingers or some toy, he did not know. There was a stirring between his legs as he imagined you, laid across your bed or leaning back into the plush cushions of your sofa, dress discarded and undergarments carelessly tossed to the floor as you pleasured yourself.

“More… please! More…” He heard you gasp out between moans. Oh? Perhaps you weren’t alone. The thought… displeased him, he decided was the appropriate word. He wasn’t jealous.

He wasn’t jealous.

His hand curled around the handle of your door, ready to go through with his original plan and simply storm in, but he froze once more at hearing you.

“Day…” Oh you were alone and you were fantasising about him. He paused to listen to you moan and whimper for a moment longer before he pushed the door open and you gasped. He caught just a glimpse of your two fingers buried in your cunt, your breasts exposed and shimmering with a thin layer of sweat with how you had tugged your dress down. He mourned the sight when you pulled up your neckline with one hand and tugged down your skirt with another, staining the fabric with the slickness that your hand was coated in.

“Emp-pire.” You greeted, shakily standing to your feet, as was custom out of respect. He smirked a little at the sight of you fighting to keep your balance as he reached back to turn the lock on the door. He noticed that you began to shake more violently as he approached you and you swallowed hard.

“Y/n.” He spoke simply, beyond amused at the state you were in: embarrassed beyond belief, skin flushed with heat and shimmering with sweat, lips swollen from biting them, your hand holding up your dress practically dripping. Your eyes were wide in a mix of mortification and horror, he wondered if you thought he would have you executed. The grin that painted his lips was utterly wicked, “I believe you called me?” His words made tears well in your eyes and you prayed to every deity you had ever learned the name of that the ground would just swallow you up.

“I…” You hung your head, “Forgive me, Empire, I beg you.”

“You can beg better than that, I just heard you.” Maybe if you willed it enough, you could just drop dead, you hoped. He stepped even close to you and two fingers came up under your chin, forcing your head up to look at him, “Have I teased you too much?” You gave him a confused look. He wasn’t appalled at you? He wasn’t offended that he had been the subject of your fantasies? He leaned down over you so that his lips could hover by your ear, “I’d be very interested to hear all about this fantasy of yours, perhaps we could make it come true, hm?” You shuddered at the deep tone of his voice so quiet in your ear. “Sit, please.” He took a step back and made himself comfortable in the armchair adjacent to the sofa that he had found you on. You pressed your thighs together as you returned to where you had been leaning back into the pillows, your back now straight as an arrow.

“Tell me about this fantasy.” You swallowed hard, knowing that you would need to muster up your courage quickly because Cleons weren’t the type to be made to wait.

“Everyone else had left the council chamber,” You began in a weak voice, “It was just the two of us… I didn’t really have the patience to think over the links from point A to point B but it ended with me being bent over and pinned down to the table with you leaning over me and fucking me.” He let out a low hum and you watched as his hand began to palm his half-hard cock through his clothing.

“The chamber’s quite full at the moment,” He paused to bite on his lower lip, clearly in thought, “it’s why I came to fetch you, after all. But it will be empty once you come up with one of your brilliant plans.” He grinned at you and a sense of pride outweighed your embarrassment for a moment: you truly were his most trusted advisor. “Now why don’t you show me how you were touching yourself, hm?” Unable to get the words out, you merely nodded your head as you slowly, slowly, began to pull the skirt of your dress up your legs, leisurely spreading them apart as you did so, leaning back as you kept your eyes fixed on his face, wanting to see his reaction to the show you were making of this.

When your wet cunt was finally revealed to him, he let out a satisfied groan and you began to slide your fingers up and down on either side of your slit before resuming where he had interrupted you and sinking two fingers inside of yourself, letting out a soft moan. His gaze burned with lust and it only spurred you on, perhaps even stroked your ego to see an Emperor so entranced by the sight of you touching yourself, watching him continue to palm himself through his clothing. Besides, what use was limiting this exchange with your embarrassment when you would need to have your memories erased and you wouldn’t be able to recall any of this tomorrow?

You had always thought that the long, blue, flowing robes suited him, made him look powerful – and colour matched his namesake: Day – but now you detested them for hiding so much of his body from your eyes.

You picked back up on the pace that you had set for yourself before, although you had now come right back down from that high you had been just about to tip over. Day had now reached inside his clothes, pushing fabric aside to take out his strained cock, stroking himself as you pumped your fingers in and out of your cunt.

“Tell me when you’re close.” He commanded and you nodded your head as you let your head fall back, your back arching as you began to rock your hips, losing yourself in pleasure and moaning out his title airily when you brushed against that soft spot within you. You had always insisted on calling him Day instead of Cleon – Cleon felt too impersonal given the whole clone thing, Brother Day felt too formal but Day seemed to suit him just fine in your mind. He would not always be Day, of course but you had never known him as Dawn and you had no idea if you would still be in the palace when he became Dusk. A good part of you hoped that you would be though and you would simply have to adjust to calling him Dusk at some point in your life.

“Close.” You whined out as you began to reach your peak. You could hear a moan be pried from his lips as he watched your entire body tense up in anticipation of your rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Stop!” The word came out as all of his orders did: a snap in an unmistakably authoritative voice. However, given that you wouldn;t be able to remember any of this tomorrow, you had already thrown caution to the wind and so it was not his command that stopped you but his hand wrenched around your wrist. When had he crossed the distance between you?

“I gave you an order.” His eyes narrowed at you and all you could really do was pout at your ruined orgasm as he pulled your hand away, fingers slipping out of you.

“And I deliberately disobeyed you.” You drawled out, eager to see how he would respond to such behaviour. He had never been denied anything in his own palace. He had had things negotiated out of his grasp, as was often a certainty in diplomacy, but nothing had ever been outright denied of him without a shred of hesitation and neither had anyone been so bold as to outright admit it.

“Ah, she’s bold outside of the council chamber too. How interesting.” He remarked as he grabbed you by the hip and thigh, hoisting you into his arms and quickly wrapping one around your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands tangling in his neither short nor long hair. You found yourself being dropped onto your bed in the adjacent room, your body being flipped over so that you were on your front.

“Ah-ah.” You tutted, turning over and reaching up to softly, oh so softly, cup his face with one hand while the other landed on his bicep, trailing down his arm. “I won’t be taken like one of your Gossamer girls during our first time together, Day.” Your eyes flickered between his and you watched a spark of curiosity ignite behind them at your words.

“Then how would you have me take you?” He threw back and you hummed slowly before your fingers reached the aura around his wrist and you tossed it aside, pushing up with all the momentum you could muster to flip the two of you over, now straddling his hips and leaning down to undo the clasps of his robes, throwing them open and grinding down against his cock as you moaned lowly, hands roaming all over his toned torso. You had never considered him not having a belly button before but, as you noted it, it didn’t take a lot of thought for it to make sense – he came from no womb, after all.

“Not like a prized whore, that’s for certain.” You quipped as you took in the sight underneath you, sliding the length of his cock through your drenched slit, just teasing him with the thought of being inside of you and not yet allowing him.

“Then as a prized advisor instead?” His hands landed on your hips, guiding your teasing pace and coaxing you to circle them slightly.

“And how does one fuck their prized advisor, might I ask?” You made no protest when he flipped you over, now hovering over you, leaning down to crash his lips to yours in a hot kiss before trailing down your neck, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“Until she can’t get another word out of her smart little mouth.” And you cried out when he pushed into you unexpectedly, head falling back with a moan at the feeling of being filled by something so much larger than your fingers. Once he had eased you into taking him all the way, he set up a relentless pace, knowing that Dusk and his advisors would likely be wondering where he was by now. Your hands landed on his shoulder, nails raking down his back as you tried to pull him even closer, arching your back up into him and pulling him down for a messy kiss as he pounded into you. His lips landed on your neck once more and you whimpered at the feeling of his teeth grazing your skin.

“No marks, the council–” You began to protest but found yourself cut off by a loud moan when one of his hands snaked down to caress your clit.

“Fuck the council.” He rasped in your ear.

“I can see you’re doing that.” You quipped with a small laugh that melted into a moan. You could feel his laugh in his chest as he leaned down over you, not faltering in his pace once and it made you smile blissfully.

His fingers rubbed against your clit with more urgence and you tangled your hands in his hair as you were pushed towards your orgasm for the third time. If he took it from you again, you told yourself that you would have no choice but to flip the two of you over and ride him until half the imperial palace were looking for him.

“Please let me come for you.” You moaned against his ear, legs wrapping around his waist, “And come for me too, please come for me.” Your words seemed to spur him on as his thrusts became firmer and he muffled a moan against your shoulder as your walls clamped down around him, your body writhing in pleasure as your orgasm hit you, leaving you panting for breath and holding him close, unable to form any words despite how you wanted to beg him to come in you. Though, that seemed to be unnecessary as his pace faltered and he gave a last few erratic thrusts before you felt him spill inside of you, body collapsing on top of yours and you gladly accepted the weight of him above you.

Your head lolled back against the pillows as your finger carded through his brown hair, carefully bringing your legs down from around his waist and wincing at the ache the movement caused in your inner thighs.

“We should go to the council chamber.” You breathed out, making no effort to move. There was a disgruntled hum of agreement against your neck. You patted your hand against his shoulder twice, “Come on, up. We need to get dressed and get my head wiped or else we’ll be really, really late.” He propped his head up at your words, his expression almost hurt.

“What makes you think I’d have your memories wiped?” He asked and you pushed a hand against his chest to get him off you, heading for the bathroom on shaky legs where you grabbed a cloth and ran it under the tap, beginning to awkwardly wipe yourself clean. You shrugged.

“I just assumed it was some protocol thing, I know it’s done to the Gossamer girls.”

“Protocol would also say that I shouldn’t have slept with you at all but it seems rules have gone out of the window today.” He asked as he joined you, watching you from where he stood behind you in the mirror, taking up your hairbrush and carefully combing it through your locks after he wiped himself down with a towel, wishing the two of you had time for a shower together.

“Then aren’t I a lucky woman?” You mused, watching him thoughtfully, trying to decipher what was going on in his head. He placed the brush down and his hands landed on your shoulders, running down your arms and wrapping around your waist, holding you close. He didn’t want to leave you with so many questions, he didn’t want to have to go out there and think about anything other than you, let alone interplanetary politics.

“We’re not going to the council.” He spoke as he let you go, walking over to your shower to begin running the water.

“What?” You asked.

“Dusk was Day before me. He can handle this one problem, big as it may be, as he’s handled so many before. Right now, I just… I want to be with you, near you, talk things out.”

“You’re being uncharacteristically open.” You smiled softly as you stood under the water and beckoned for him to join you.

“I… enjoy your company and I would not want to ruin what…”

“What we have? It’s ok to say it, we both know there’s something there. We don’t need to be too hasty to name it. It’s enough for it to be acknowledged for now.” You mused, reaching for some soap to lather against a washcloth, beginning to carefully wash his chest. He reached for your cheek, chumb caressing your skin there as he smiled at you. No words needed to be exchanged to know that this was the beginning of something new. What that something would be, you had no idea yet. You just had a strong feeling that you would like it.

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