Amesaya

[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!"

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

[Content Warning: BDSM elements, rough play]

She could feel her panties soaking through.

He straightened abruptly and gripped the fabric of her skirt, yanking it upward carelessly, just enough to expose her creamy white thighs.

Strong fingers gripped at her lacy underwear and tore it off with a short, violent yank. He tossed the shredded pieces aside as he slid his fingers along her folds.

"O-oh fuck, oh fuck..." She panted breathlessly. He barely touched her and yet her body felt so alive, so sensitive and excited.

He pushed two of his thick digits up into her sex, thrusting in and out in a fast, hard rhythm, grunting as he pumped her harder, deeper, rougher than anyone else had ever dared.

"Sssssshit-" She groaned, biting her plush lower lip.

She trembled. She couldn't help but tighten herself around him.

I'm not reckless, I'm just needy [R18] 2