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I'm the Empress! So I'm Going to Make Myself a Harem

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "...I have to choose a King Consort right now?!" No sooner did the young woman from Earth awake in the body of Empress Isabelle of Nevremia than she was informed she'd have to choose a King Consort to keep her throne. While she was still trying to get used to her new body, new world, and new position, her advisors insisted she marry some stranger to retain her power. "But don't Empresses get to make the rules?" As Isabelle Von Nevremia. not only is she the revered empress of a powerful country, but she has access to a special status system, which allows her to read people's names, skills, moods, and even their kinks. As well as that, there's some kind of mysterious 'challenge' system that awards her 'skill points' for successfully completing challenges. ...But all the challenges are just seducing people. How tacky... "...If I'm going to be Empress, then I won't have a king! I'm going to have a harem!"

Amesaya · Fantasy
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638 Chs

I'm not misbehaving, I'm playacting [R18] 2

Her whole body pulsated as she craved his touch, and she rubbed herself against his straining member.

It was such a tease.

He was.

Teasing her enough she thought she'd lose her mind, just from the touch of him.

She needed far more than just a touch.

"Octavian..."

He nibbled on her shoulder, his lips working gently.

She panted, her nails scraping his scalp, leaving burning trails in their wake. "Touch me."

His breathing grew heavier as he rested his head against her chest.

"Beloved...your touch drives me to madness. Your very presence intoxicates me."

She pressed a kiss to the top of his head, her fingers sinking into his silky silver locks.

"Oh my sweet prince. My treasure." She gasped out, her thighs tightening around his waist.

His skin was scorching against hers, the warmth radiating out to her.

"Kiss me. Touch me. Please, Your Highness...take me."

She desperately needed more.