Welcome To The Fold

[hybrid_prince]

"We do it so they feel hope for the power their people can attain."

That was what Emperor Dorrek had been told when he was a teenaged prince and found himself expected to take the first member of his imperial harem. One person of each people of the empire, on the idea that some day he would choose his consort from among them, would sire a child and heir upon them. It was his duty, and the people's they ruled would know they were close to power through the subject who might one day rule next to him.

The problem with it all was that Dorrek found the whole thing repugnant. Most of those given to his 'imperial consorts' were women, which was a problem for him. Which made every instance of these moments in the court tiring. Here he sat, upon his throne, awaiting the presentation of the newest offerings for his harem. He would have to choose one to take into his family, someone he would no doubt eventually send back to the others, trying not to feel disgusted by the whole process.

"You are before his Imperial Majesty, Emperor Dorrek-Vell. Kneel before his splendor and know you are close to greatness," his herald calls out to the assembled and Dorrek tried not to yawn.

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[tighnauri]

Tighnari's hands spread over the other's stomach and chest, bringing the shirt with him as his hands caress all the way to his shoulders. His lips part as he deepens the kiss, tongue brushing out teasingly, invitingly to the Emperor.

[hybrid_prince]

Now here was a consort who was clearly interested in their duties. Dorrek drags him closer and kisses him, hard. Of course his tongue is going to take that invitation, the chance to pillage all the wonders of that pliant body.

[tighnauri]

There's a lot that is uncertain for Tighnari still but with this he can be resourceful and it's not exactly a hardship to him either. He moans into the kiss, tongue sliding against Dorrek's as he arches into him, pressing his body flush against the other's as he continues to rock against the other's thigh, working himself up and the movements perhaps do have the added benefit of letting him rub against the other's crotch in subtle strokes.

[hybrid_prince]

They aren't nearly as subtle as the man might think. Dorrek chuckles in delight and finally moves. Moves so that he's rolling Tighnari below him, reaching so he can push the light garment up his thigh.

"What a pretty, wicked little one," Teddy purrs happily. "You have your hearts set on a prize don't you?"

[tighnauri]

Tighnari’s body is light and his tail swishes out to the side as his ears flicker as he’s settled beneath the others larger body. His legs fall further open, feeling the fabric sliding upward. The other will find that Tighnari’s body is soft and wet and welcoming for him. There’s a praciticality to his decisions but that doesn’t mean he’s not attracted. He is and he’s also aroused.

“Have I earned one?”

[millenniumpharaoh]

Atem smiles at that and reaches to touch the others frown with gentle fingertips briefly before pulling them back. “Maybe I want to take care of you too.”

[hybrid_prince]

Take care of him too?

"I have servants for that," he points out.

[hybrid_prince]

"Do you think you've earned one?" Dorrek asks, his gaze serious as he strokes over Tightnari's thigh. "Was a massage enough?"

[tighnauri]

"It depends on how much the headache was troubling you," Tighnari replies, shivering at the large hand on his thigh. He rocks against his thigh still, breath a tad heavier. His hand slid between them, cupping the other's groin and feeling out what he finds there, the size, the shape, how hard it is.

[millenniumpharaoh]

"Perhaps you do but can I not contribute?"

[hybrid_prince]

That's a point. The emperor sighs.

"I suppose I'll have to think about that, won't I?"

[hybrid_prince]

The good thing about being a shapeshifter is that really, you're packing whatever you and your partner want. But his dick was large, hard, and definitely impressive. The Emperor hums in delight over the touch.

"I think I've got a different ache troubling me."

[millenniumpharaoh]

"I suppose that you will." Atem says simply, a brief smile sent the other's direction.

[hybrid_prince]

It's weird, you know? To feel like he has an ally for a change.

"You know, you're doing this weird thing in giving me hope."

[millenniumpharaoh]

“But that’s a good thing,” Atem says, stretching and looking over at the emperor. “What’s the point of anything without hope?”

[tighnauri]

Tighnari strokes him, tilting his head to press kisses along the other's neck.

"I can take care of that ache too, however and as much as you like."

[hybrid_prince]

"I am not used to having it when it comes to the empire. My grandmother, like I said."

She controlled him, and thus the empire, through his lack of hope.

[hybrid_prince]

What a wonderful offer. Dorrek smiles and grinds against the man's thigh. Yeah, that works.

"I intend to let you scratch all my itches tonight."

[tighnauri]

Tighnari smirks. He rocks against him and perhaps by now Dorrek has felt that Tighnari’s anatomy isn’t all the typical male’s.

His hands move to start undressing the emperor, his own gauzy outfit will come off with little effort itself.

[millenniumpharaoh]

Atem nods, closing his eyes after that and his hand rubbing the side of his neck.

“You’ll get used to it. Shall we rest now?”

[hybrid_prince]

"Yeah," he says, smiling as he rises to his feet. "I think that would be good. I coulod use the rest."

[hybrid_prince]

Yes, he is picking up on that. And he wouldn't normally go for that. But neither of them are denying that Tighnari is a man, so does it matter?

"Are you particularly partial to this outfit?" he asks, thoughtful even as he lets those hands rove over him.

[millenniumpharaoh]

Atem watches him and he sighs softly. "Alright. You should get rest."

[tighnauri]

"Not at all," Tighnari laughs, after all it's what he'd been dressed up in by the people that had brought him here to be presented to the emperor.

mind if we perhaps handwave or time skip on this? brain not doing sexy tags well

[hybrid_prince]

"Well then," he says, and his claws curl into the fabric to shred it off of Tighnari's body.