Prologue 2 ( Story )

1100 CE, the capital of Iragi , Mihoku. Akihiko the newly crowned king waited for his General Daichi Agawa deployed to the state of Funni .

The wait seemed endless in the summer heat of the sandstone palace where the scent of sandalwood wafted from the brass incense burner. The sultry summer heat of Iragi was the only thing that Akihiko hated in this vast beautiful country. He felt his throat parched and body sticky with sweat under the layers of his silk robes. Not even a single leaf seemed to move while the servant who was fanning him tirelessly seemed that he might faint at any moment. Slumping on the throne with a swell of anger that came from impatience his head throbbed.

The sandstone palace was made centuries before Akihiko or any invader entered Iragi to steal its wealth and plunder the temples. The massacre of the women, children, and unarmed men seemed to never cease…such was the beauty of the land that was marred with the blood of the thousands to provide colors to its carmine flowers.

"Where is Agawa?" Akihiko asked Hachiro Ahane in a low voice deeply suppressing his useless anger that was aggravated more with the heat .

"My king…he must be arriving," Ahane answered knowing fully well the irritation in his emperor's eyes. He has grown up with the emperor, aided him and laughed with him. Thus he knew the mercurial mood of the emperor.

"You have been saying this for past two hours…" Akihito snorted. Three years ago he ascended the throne of Iragi after he plotted against his own father. Being the new ruler of the Furuya dynasty he embraced the name 'Akihiko' and dreamt of becoming not only the Emperor of Iragi but of the whole West. However, his position in the court was still unstable and there were many nobles either loyal to the previous king or vying for the throne who wanted to defeat him.

'They will never be able to…their lack of cooperation will be the death of them. Even a herd of animals know how to work together better than those vile nobles .' Akihiko said when Daichi asked him about his intentions after he ascended the throne. They were the invaders; they are conquerors and they will own the West.

"Pardon my late arrival Emperor, General Daichi presents himself to the court." a voice boomed as Daichi, one of the most trusted generals allowed himself in. He was a childhood friend, an advisor, and dearest to Akihito.

"You fool!" Akihito got up from his golden throne and hugged his friend. A smile came on his usually stern face.

"We won…" Daichi said with a grin on his face.

"Of course! I told you so ."

Funni now became just another part of the Furuya dynasty…gone the king, his harem, and his corrupt government. They were brought under one strict dynasty.

"I have brought you a peculiar gift…you might like it," Daichi whispered in Akihito's ear.

"What is it? What did you buy?"

"I just thought peculiar people attract each other..."

"Cut to the chase Daichi! What did you bring ?"

"Bring the slave in."

The hot sandstone creaked as pale bare feet of a person came into view. The strides and built suggested that he was a man yet each stride had a feminine charm to it. The snow-white feet had a healthy tint of crimson on the soles, feet that would look pretty with an anklet on. The white silk cloth on his face flowed swiftly down like a stream of snow-white. The ends of the silk piece were studded with indicolite crystals that put weight on the cloth covering the nakedness of the man.

He came and stood behind Daichi, an aura of confidence emanating from him; radiating from even under his cloth cover.

"This is the peculiarity I was talking about. He was a slave belonging to the Funni leader. His name is Ahma." Nusrat smiled triumphantly.

Akihito tore away the cloth from Ahma's head…

"Oh…it really is peculiar." He smirked with beastly eyes looking at his prey.

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Ahma was a man yet a woman. A person who was neither. He had a man's body however he was a woman between his thighs. His front part with sparse black hair came into Akihito's view.

"Hmmm…. very interesting. It intrigues me …." Akihito said after a deep moment of thought. Ahma stood with a small smile spread on his thin pink lips; he was neither afraid of the Emperor nor ashamed of his bizarre body.

"Let us check if it works the same way like a whore's," Akihito smirked and grabbed him. His thick finger entered the slit. Slowly at first and then with tremendous speed. He was relentless and teased Ahma by changing his movements.

Ahma writhed in his arms as he tried to control the surge of pleasure that came from the Emperor's fingers. For a long time, he kept quiet, his heavy breaths and slight panting could only be heard by Akihito as he hugged the naked body of the slave.

Soon the pit of his stomach felt hot and sweat beads started forming on his forehead. Tears rolled down from his verdant eyes while a deep blush came on his smooth face. His legs trembled as he slowly tried absorbing all the pleasure.

"Ah!" Ahma let out a moan.

Akihito stopped and released him, a triumphant smile plastered on his lips. Nobody in the durbar cared about this incongruous behavior, they had no right to question their emperor. Those seated near the throne clearly saw the slave moan. All sat on their seats with their hands covering their excitable region.

"Oh…so it does work!" Akihito said with great wonder as he looked at the clear fluid on his fingers. Rubbing it together as the sticky fluid parted from his fingers looking like silk thread.

"I do have a vulva however I am very much a man," Ahma spoke for the first time. He sounded tired however a clear sweet tempting voice came from his throat. Which was neither shrill nor baritone. His curly jet hair came down till his shoulders were disheveled and stuck on his temples with sweat. The sparse facial hair on his and flat chest with small nipples were the only things that made him look like a man.

"Says the one who came with just my fingers while writhing in pleasure and moaning like a bitch." Akihito smirked.

He stood towering Ahma with broad shoulders and strong arms.

"Clean it up." he pointed his fingers.

"Yes, my emperor…" Ahma smiled and as he put Akihito's fingers in his mouth. Sucking them and licking every part clean, he did it with great pleasure, his servile nature evident to everyone.

He smacked his lips after finishing the task the Emperor gave him. He grinned, pleased at own his work. He did not hide the lack of shamelessness and eyes vying for royal favors.

"Ahma would be my personal servant from now on." The Emperor announced as he dismissed the court.

He sniggered as he saw Ahma's smile. Akihito's amber eyes lit up.

'How interesting !' he thought.