Tale of the White Witch

Chapter 2 - Issues of Conquest

The continuous sound of heated grunts could be heard through the thick white cloth tent surrounding the Emperor’s temporary bed chambers. Theron was apparently taking out his newly acquired rage on one of his many harem girls after his visit with Esmara.

It was rather uncomfortable for the two guards standing just outside of the tent, who tried with all their might to ignore the sounds of euphoric ecstasy coming from their ruler’s room. After all, this sort of occurrence wasn’t at all a rare one. The Emperor would often have many women visiting him throughout the day. After all, he had an endless supply of them, even when he went out on his many conquests.

But in this particular case it sounded a little rougher than it usually did every other time. He sounded angry for some unknown reason. The tension in the air was thick with discomfort.

The guards looked to one another, yet they chose to remain silent as the grunts continued.

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Theron lay on top of a young blonde woman whose hair had been splayed out across the gold silken sheets beneath her head. Sweat beaded at her forehead and her mouth remained wide open as her Emperor continued to pound into her at a relentless pace with his c**k.

His extremely long black hair had been intricately braided towards the back of his head and styled into a long ponytail adorned with golden rings and glittering jewels. Even when he f****d he dressed like the imperial ruler he was. His ponytail swung over the side of his shoulder as he moved his hips back and forth.

‘Thump, thump, thump…’

The sound of the golden bed frame buckling with each movement echoed throughout the massive room, over and over. Theron was a man on a mission. It was as if he had been possessed by something dark and sinister as his dominating persona took him over completely.

He felt Esmara’s earlier refusal at his advances coursing through his veins, like a fiery flood that refused to ease up. He wanted to make that insignificant b***h pay for her insolence. And he would.

But for now he would sate himself by f*****g this worthless w***e within an inch of her life. He would take his s****l frustration out on her. Because he could.

“f*****g… insolent... b***h!” Theron cursed through gritted teeth between each of his thrusts.

The harem girl furrowed her hazel-brown brows in a mixture of confusion and fear. What was he talking about? Was he referring to her? Had she done something wrong? Had she angered him?

She was somewhat surprised as he suddenly paused his assault on her and she watched as his chest moved in and out with each of his breathy pants. He was breathing in and out heavily, positioned just above her now. Theron glared down at the woman he saw as nothing but an object to abuse.

He was the Emperor; he could do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. It was his birthright.

“Get on your hands and knees.” he grunted sternly as he pulled out of her and knelt up on the mattress.

She quickly obeyed, fearful of disappointing such a powerful man, especially in such a state as this. He was pissed about something, that much was obvious. She didn’t want to make it any worse.

Theron didn’t wait long enough for her to get comfortable before he moved in and reinserted his throbbing shaft through her soft folds from behind. The welcoming sensation of her warmth caused him to groan hungrily as he recommenced his violent thrusts in perfect rhythm.

“Uh, uh… yes…” she panted, hoping that her sounds of pleasure would help heighten his.

“Keep your f*****g mouth shut!” Theron snapped angrily.

She obeyed, closing her eyes and furrowing her brows with discomfort. Her heart thudded loudly over and over inside of her head as she focused on remaining still for him. He wasn’t going easy on her; she was certainly not enjoying a moment of this, though she dared never admit it to him.

Her eyes suddenly opened as she felt his hand wrap around her throat, his fingers squeezed into her soft skin mercilessly and she struggled to breathe.

As his grip only tightened the poor woman began to panic, lifting her free hand up to grasp pointlessly at his thick fingers now wrapped around her neck, but they would not budge. Gasping for any small pocket of air to enter her needy lungs, she soon realised the serious danger she was currently in.

He was choking her!

“Uh…” her voice gurgled as she tried helplessly begging for her life.

Before she knew it her vision had begun to change, blurring off into a foggy darkness as bright spots appeared all around. She could no longer focus on what was happening to her, her instincts kicking in and urging her to fight for survival.

The colour of her face was quickly changing, going from a shallow tint of red to a more prominent purple.

Several thrusts later Theron let out a monstrous roar as he suddenly stilled, his hot seed shooting out and filling her entirely. His grasp around her neck loosened as he rode the incredible wave of euphoria to its end, allowing her the chance to finally suck a deep breath of air into her needy lungs.

The harem girl began to gasp and cough uncontrollably, holding her bruised neck as Theron got off of the bed and began to dress himself in one of his many golden silk robes. Her entire body trembled with fear at what had just happened. He had almost killed her!

“We’re done. Get out.”

His command was void of emotion as he went about his business, now ignoring the fact that she was even alive. It didn’t take her long to climb off the bed, gather her discarded clothing and run out through the entrance to his tent. She sobbed as she disappeared around the corner and out of sight.

Theron, not seeming to care, fixed himself a drink of red wine. Pouring it into a tall, golden chalice the Emperor lifted it up to meet his lips and took a long, thirsty gulp.

Another figure suddenly stepped inside of the tent’s entrance and began making his way across towards the Emperor. Turning his head, Theron’s dark eyes met with those of his Royal Advisor, Lannius.

“Lannius, I trust you have something of importance to discuss with me. You know I do not like to be disturbed when I am in my chambers.”

Coming to stand beside his Emperor, Lannius bowed his head as he replied respectfully.

“My lord Emperor. I apologise for the intrusion. I’ve come with the latest report of our conquest.”

Theron took another sip and then spoke impatiently.

“Well, what is it?”

“Our forces were successful in breaching the city walls and we have taken control of their stronghold. We managed to locate each of the ruling lords and ladies and they have each been taken captive as requested. They are currently being held in our dungeon until further notice.”

“Good...”

Lannius had been working for Theron for many years now and he could see that his ruler was clearly not impressed with this favourable news for some unknown reason. Something was on his mind. He decided to try and find out what it was.

“I can see that something is troubling you.” Lannius announced, matter-of-factly.

Theron scrunched up his face for a moment before he voiced his reply.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Lannius pursed his lips together.

“Please, my liege. I am your most trusted advisor and I like to think of you as one of my closest friends. I know you well enough to see that you are frustrated over something. Tell me what it is, perhaps I can help in some way.”

Theron let out a great huff.

“It’s that woman... she vexes me, Lannius. She’s f*****g driving me wild.”

“Who?”

“The White Witch, of course. Once again she refuses my advances and denies me her company... I begin to tire of it. There has to be something...” he trailed off.

Theron turned to face him now, “I crave her Lannius. I crave her more than I have any other woman before her. I desire her touch. Her scent… its intoxicating.”

Lannius thought for a moment in silence.

“Perhaps your craving is due to her rebuffing your advances?”

Theron’s brow rose in question at this suggestion.

“We all want what we can’t have, my liege.” Lannius continued to explain.

Theron shook his head in disagreement.

“No, it’s much more than that. From the moment I first saw her I knew she was different to the others. I knew she was always destined to be mine.”

“Is it her powers in particular that interest you?” Lannius continued to probe cautiously.

“Her powers are merely an advantageous perk to her appeal, Lannius.” Theron replied dryly.

Lannius smiled.

“Hmm… perhaps she has cast a spell over you, my liege. She is a witch, after all.”

This caused the Emperor to chuckle deeply as he placed his goblet back down onto the table before him.

“Perhaps she has indeed.”

“Well, it is true that Esmara has always been a spirited young woman. Ever since the day she was first brought to us in chains that woman has never been afraid to voice her own opinion on everything presented to her. She is not only strong-willed, but also lacks fear and is clearly an imperative ally with her growing powers…”

Theron could sense that his advisor was leading up to something and he narrowed his eyes with interest as Lannius made his next comment.

“Perhaps there is a way to seal your ownership over her legitimately. To give Esmara no other option than to share your bed each night, as you so desire.”

“What is it you are you suggesting Lannius?” Theron queried, “That I add her to my harem?”

The Royal Advisor grinned as he spoke, “Not exactly, sire. However…” he paused before continuing cautiously.

“She would make a rather excellent Empress, wouldn’t you agree?”

Theron tilted his head to the side, as if uncertain of what he had just heard.

“Are you seriously suggesting that I make the White Witch my Empress?”

Lannius paused. He was uncertain of how his Emperor was taking his most recent suggestion. It was hard to get a genuine read on Theron’s expression, or the tone of his voice when he asked his question.

It was of course merely a suggestion, but one that Lannius seriously hoped his ruler would take into consideration. They needed Esmara on their side and what better way to ensure her allegiance than to name her their Empress.

“Well actually, yes. That is precisely what I am suggesting. Think about it for but a moment my liege. Not only will her powers continue to serve you in our endless conquests as they do already, but she will be promised to you and to you alone. She will no longer be able to refuse your advances as your wife and Empress. Esmara will bare your children and future heirs to the Empire. Who knows, your children may inherit some of her powers… This solves all of our problems.”

Theron appeared to be considering his suggestion as he stood silently staring at the single candle’s flame dancing about before him.

In all honesty he had already considered such an outrageous idea as a possible solution. But would Esmara go through with it willingly? And what would he do if she dared refuse his proposal? It would be the ultimate embarrassment.

“I’m afraid that she may not agree to such a union Lannius.” Theron pointed out.

But Lannius was determined to convince his Emperor that this was the right decision and he quickly cut in.

“Then we don’t give her a choice.”