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

His teeth sank into her flesh just enough to sting.

She gasped, and whimpered, shuddering.

"Such a beautiful sound... I love it. I love seeing you like this... all weak and needy and helpless for me..." He rumbled, biting again a little further down.

"My silly little slut...this will only make it worse for you. Much, much worse..."

He kissed his way up to her jaw and nibbled her skin again. "...But I know you want that. I know you crave it... don't you...?"

Her breath hitched and she trembled under him. "Yes...I do..." She whispered, pulling him closer. "I- I want...I want it..."

"Shhh." He purred, sliding a finger between her folds, grazing her clit. "Patience is a virtue... if you're good you might get your wish..."

She shuddered hard at his touch, whining. "Ahh-"

He gently, slowly rubbed that finger back and forth. He nibbled at her jawline and used his free hand to hike up her nightgown.

I'm not full of desperation, I'm swept up with adoration [R18] 2