The Emperor and The

Chapter 4

Kieran seemed almost entranced by her bashfulness, grabs her frailing wrists. His eyes go from her full, plush lips to her exposed, sienna-pigmented chest. He brought her hand up to his lips, looking into her dark eyes. His were deep and draped, with a concentration that had her held her attention as well.

“If I were to steal your lips under thing moonlit night, would that be counted as it?” Khadija only stares at him with her mouth agape before nodding quickly. Even before seeing him in the flesh, she like other readers fell for him. He, a fictional man was something she’d never thought she’d be to meet or touch in her lifetime.

But, meeting him, she felt that she didn’t want the night to end.

One night, with The Male Lead--that’s all she needed.

“Would you despise me if I did?”

Only one night.

‘No...because you’re the one I like.’

He guided her closer until the space between them was nonexistent. He took her lips, softly, not savage as a ‘tyrant’ would. Subdued, yet powerful, his tongue made its way in her mouth with a tender touch.

“You taste sweet, almost intoxicating. Like Medjool dates. Are you sweet inside, Khadija?”

Kieran’s sudden use of her name

‘I...am not sure. I’ve never had someone touch me before.’

“Then, can I be your first man?”

Khadija knew what he meant, her first man,

He wanted to be her first.

And she wanted to indulge herself for a night

Not much is said, just a small nod and averted gaze. As if to have given a clear allowance, the older man picks her in his arms, out of the way of the balcony, down the dark hallway that leads to it.

Kieran stops at a door, that was kicked open soon after. It was a small, spacious bedroom, one that had a large, plush bed sitting, empty and inviting. He carries her over, sitting her carefully onto the

Khadija had been wearing woven loafers to avoid the heels commonly worn by young noblewomen. A shoe was knocked off in the process, and a small, smooth foot was revealed. Carefully, he took the exposed foot, kissing the top of it.

“You are simply enchanting, aren’t you?”

Kieran makes his way to her pilous legs, up to her corpulent thighs.

“So squishy...”

He stares at her dress, before looking at it and a bit of frustration. Seeing his difficulty, she took it upon to remove her own dress. Soon Khadija was down to her stay and her bloomers, looking back at Kieran who looked back at her stunned.

‘...Sir Kieran? Is this fine?’

He coughs a bit.

“A bit more, I want to see you bare.”

‘...’

Khadija blushed--his words were too much, even for her.

He was a bit of a pervert, wasn’t he?

Maybe she was as well since she did as he asked. Soon, she was down to nothing but her nude body. Her chest moved up and down with her silent breathing. Her hips were wide, her stomach was round and rotund. Her lengthy tresses cover her bushy, womanly mound as if she were Venus herself.

As Kieran stared back at her, almost with fascination, he makes his way over to her.

A bit daring, she plants a small peck on his shaven jaw.

‘Your turn.’ She states, referring to his own undressing.

Authors Ramblings: Google docs went and beep-boop died on me. :( So, I had to rewrite some of this. I swear I didn’t intend for our handsome male lead to have ‘weird’ fetishes like liking feet and uh, curves?...it just happened...anyways I’m doing okay-ish right now. I have physical and mental disabilities so unless I really need to go out, I usually doing everything from my ‘bed’ although I don’t exactly have one right now. I’m trying to find a good one for my body so wish me luck! I’ve been off from school for a month due to my illnesses and I’ve been trying to apply for government aid with is taking a lot out of me ;;-;;. Also, while writing this chapter, I found some very beautiful Turkish Kilim Loafers ;;u;; Anyhoo have a great day/evening/night!