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"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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Tighnari glances at the panel the other is working with and he doesn’t really understand it but he doesn’t need to at the moment either. Once the other had dressed down a bit, Tighnari comes close to him again.

“Sit on the bed for me then?”

Well, who is he to say no? Beyond the Emperor and the man who holds command on the consort now. He sits and tilts his head, watching the other intently.

A chance was clearly going to be given. How long of one really wasn’t clear.

Tighnari offers him a gentle smile as the other sits. He inhales quietly as he moves closer to him, standing between his thighs. Where the other had made an assumption that he had been talking sexually earlier he doesn't go that direction. Instead, skilled fingers reach up to his head, a gentle massage beginning, aiming for key spots that just the right pressure can alleviate discomfort.

"Let me know if anything helps."

Well now this was defying expectations, and not in a way that the emperor disapproved of. He really did have a headache, and while Skrull physiology was good at recovering from such things, certain pains really were inflicted upon themselves. So those fingers rubbing at his head were relaxing enough for him to close his eyes.

Tighnari smiles as he works gently, watching the other's facial expressions to note when he is doing the most help.

"Not what you expected, mm?"

"Not at all," he admits with a smile. But he can accept what he's getting. It works. "Please continue with your work."

"I can always entertain you in other ways once your headache is gone," Tighnari says softly, humming thoughtfully as he continues to massage, working over his scalp slowly then, all the way down to the back of his neck.

"Now that sounds considerate and suitable to your new duties," the Emperor notes. Already he's starting to feel better, so that helps.

"You are good at this."

“I’m a medic,” Tighnari says simply, among many other things as well.

"Indeed? If you should wish it, I could see that you are trained by our imperial doctors," he notes. There is such a gap in technology that no doubt the other would learn quite a bit.

“That could be interesting,” Tighnari admits, biting his lip. “Are there plants…” he trails off and focuses his attention back on the massage and slowly he lets moves straddling one of the others large thighs, lowering to press his heat against it. His hands moving lower now, over the others chest. He has a feeling the headache has subsided.

Plants? Hardly. And his attention is definitely lost on that when the guy moves to straddle his leg. His headache is of course, long gone. For now he's mostly intrigued and giving the other a chance to do as they might.

"What are you up to, little one?"

”I did offer you more than just a massage didn’t I?” Tighnari says, his tail swishing, brushing against the other’s leg as one hand comes to rest on the other’s chest. “If you’re interested now.”

Yes, he had. The Emperor smiles and reaches back to stroke that tail. From his experience, things like a tail were always sensitive.

"I think I am interested."

Tighnari's tail is indeed very sensitive and his back arches slightly as his tail trembles briefly at the first touches. His hands move over the other's chest slowly, downward over his stomach as he leans up, ghosting his lips to the emperor's.

Oh now that earns a warm smile from Dorrek. Yes, that is lovely. Especially that not quite kiss.

"My dear, I could enjoy seeing that from you again."

Tighnari smiles, his tail flicking as his ears relax. He shifts forward on the other's thigh a bit, fingers on the edge of his shirt to tug upwards as he leans in again. This time he presses his lips more firmly to the other's.

"Now this is how a consort should look," Dorrek notes with approval in his tone as the shirt is pulled up. "So agreeable and beautiful."

And then he can't say much else because of course there is the kiss.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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?”

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

"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.

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