The night had already fallen, draping the Empress’s palace in a veil of darkness pierced only by the ethereal glow of the full moon.
The full moon hung low, bright and round, casting its pale light over the palace grounds like a quiet watchful eye in the empty sky.
No stars dotted the heavens; it was just that one light in a sea of dark, giving the night an odd, tense feeling, as if the whole world was holding its breath for what might come next.
Moonlight spilled over the Empress’s palace, turning its grand shape into something that seemed to glow.
The palace itself stood out, almost like the only star in this empty sky, shining as if it wanted to match the moon’s own light.
Inside, room after room stretched out in all directions, like a maze of luxury, with each room more decorated out than the last, lying quiet and untouched in the darkness.
In a rich, and elegant room, Lucian was “sleeping” on a luxurious bed covered in soft blue sheets.
He wore only a pair of underwear, and the moonlight slipping in from the open window traced over his face and lean muscles, showing off his sharp, handsome features in the quiet night.
Heavy silk drapes surrounded the bed, making it so that if they were fully drawn, nothing inside would be visible, completely shutting out the world entirely.
The bed was clearly made for a woman, with lace-edged pillows piled up and layers of soft, pastel blankets covering it.
Indeed, Lucian had fallen “asleep” in the Empress’s private bedroom, his white hair spreading across the bed like a blanket of snow, shimmering in the soft moonlight.
The room was elegantly decorated, with a wide mirror positioned on the right side of the bed, allowing anyone lying there to catch a clear view of themselves.
Flowers sat in a vase by the window, and when the night breeze slipped in under the moonlight, their petals seemed to dance in a gentle rhythm, casting soft shadows across the room.
At this moment, the Empress stood at the edge of the bed, her gaze soft as she sighed, looking at Lucian’s handsome face under the moon’s quiet light.
They had spent the day together, and over dinner, Lucian had asked if he could sleep in her room tonight.
She’d hesitated at first, reminded that, though he sometimes seemed innocent, Lucian was still a young man in his early twenties.
She nearly refused, but a thought held her back — what if because of her rejection Lucian refused to help Isabella?
As for the rumours she’d heard about him, she’d dismissed them as mere gossip, unworthy of her concern.
Right now, she was wearing her black night dress, and the moonlight traced over her body, highlighting her curves and her elegant features.
Her milky white skin stood in stark contrast to the dark fabric of her dress.
The dress was tight and hugged her body in all the right places, showing off her cleavage and her large, plump breasts.
The dress was short and stopped right above her knees, exposing her creamy thighs and giving her a sexy look.
Her large breasts swelled out from her chest, and her hips were thick and curvy, accentuating her femininity.
Her long nipples were almost visible through the fabric, and as the slightly cold air of the night came through the window, they began to harden.
She wore no bra or panties underneath, so her nipples and p*ssy were fully exposed to the cool air, making her shiver with each breeze.
She had a sexy figure, with a round, plump ass that jiggled whenever she walked, and wide hips that made her look irresistibly voluptuous.
Her blue hair fell in waves down her back, and her eyes sparkled with a light that made her look even more beautiful in the pale moonlight.
“Sigh!”
With a soft sigh, she entered the bathroom that was at the side of the bedroom, and turned on the warm water in the bathtub.
The water gushed out, filling the tub slowly, and she took off her nightgown, revealing her plump, full breasts with their dark pink nipples.
Her wide hips were clearly visible as she bent over to check the temperature of the water, and her huge asscheeks swayed enticingly.
Her p*ssy had no hair around it, as she kept herself neatly trimmed with her labia and clitoris visible, and the lips of her p*ssy were puffy and pink, begging to be touched.
Her assh*le was small, had some hair around it, and when she bent over it opened slightly, showing a tiny bit of her an*s.
She soon stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water, and closed her eyes in bliss as the heat began to relax her muscles.
As she sat back, her motherly breasts bobbed in the water, floating just above the surface, and her nipples hardened slightly from the stimulation.
She leaned back, resting her head on a folded towel.
The water washed over her body, warming her skin and relaxing her muscles, and thoughts of the day’s events flooded her mind.
A particular memory stood out — Lucian’s bright smile that never seemed to leave his face.
Creak~
Suddenly, the creaking of the bathroom door startled her, and she quickly sat up, frantically covering her naked body with her arms.
To her surprise, it was Lucian who had entered!
Gasping in shock, she couldn’t help but ask, “Lucian! Son… What on earth are you doing!?”
“I apologize, mother,” he replied “sheepishly”, “but I really needed to… pee.”
As the Empress’s voice echoed through the bathroom, Lucian replied in “embarrassment”.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”
The Empress sighed and leaned back against the edge of the tub, her ample chest rising and falling slowly as she took in deep breaths to calm herself.
The sight of his thick c0ck tenting against the fabric of his boxers was burned into her memory, twisting her stomach into knots of desire she hadn’t felt in years.
“It’s alright,” she finally replied, trying to sound nonchalant, “I should have locked the door.”
“Don’t mind me, go on… do your thing…” the Empress replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
She tried to avert her gaze, but found it impossible to look away.
Lucian nodded, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He took out his d!ck, the impressive thickness unfurling before her eyes.
With deliberate slowness, he angled himself so that the Empress had an unobstructed view!
PSSSSSHHHHH…..
The sound of his hot stream hitting the floor echoed throughout the tiled bathroom.
The Empress’s eyes widened as she watched, unable to tear her gaze away.
‘Why is it so big?’ she couldn’t help but think to herself.
Lucian’s c0ck was truly impressive — thick and long, with a slight upward curve.
It was deeply red in colour, almost the color of blood, with prominent veins visible along its length.
As his stream continued, his c0ck twitched and pulsed rhythmically, like a beating heart.
Without realizing it, the Empress’s hand drifted down between her legs.
Her fingers unconsciously traced lazy circles around her clit as she stared, mesmerized by the sight before her.
Lucian’s d!ck was easily as thick as a child’s wrist, so substantial she wasn’t sure she could wrap her hand around it fully.
Steam rose from the warm bathwater, creating a dreamlike haze in the moonlit room.
As Lucian continued, his keen senses picked up on the Empress’s subtle movements.
The gentle lapping of water against porcelain, almost imperceptible beneath the sound of his own stream, caught his attention.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the slight ripples spreading across the bath’s surface, originating from where the Empress’s hand disappeared beneath the water.
The moonlight streaming through the window cast ethereal shadows across the bathroom, dancing on the surface of the water and highlighting the beautiful curves of the Empress’s body.
Steam curled upwards in delicate tendrils, creating a misty veil that added to the dreamlike atmosphere.
Yet, he maintained an air of obliviousness, his face a mask of innocence as he finished relieving himself.
The last few drops fell, creating tiny ripples in the toilet bowl.
The room fell silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sounds of water moving against the Empress’s skin.
Lucian didn’t move away directly.
Instead, he turned to face the Empress fully, his fat red-c0ck still on full display.
In the moonlight streaming through the bathroom window, it glistened, a bead of moisture clinging to his f*cktool.
Lucian turned to the Empress, his thickness still proudly on display.
In the moonlight, it glistened wetly, a single bead of moisture clinging to the thick mushroom tip.
Her face was flushed, whether from embarrassment or something else, it was hard to tell.
“Mother… D-do you have a towel so that I can c-clean myself?” he asked, his voice low and husky.