❤️ Chapter 43 – Empress’s Domain – Part 1 (R18)

I walked Miki home, then started the trek back to my apartment. "Phew," I sighed to myself. "Chiyoko probably doesn't need any hand-holding, but I still don't have a plan for Homura." I opened the door to my apartment and just about tripped over my jaw. The room was softly lit by candles. Chiyoko was there, dressed in her flowing Dark Cherish costume, a calm, motherly smile on her face. And kneeling on a cushion in the middle of the room was Homura. She was in her full Dark Star Empress gear, the cosmic dress shimmering in the candlelight. Her expression was fiercely focused. Floating in the air around her were several small, dense spheres of pure gravity, little black holes she was making dance and weave around each other without ever touching. Chiyoko looked up as I came in, her violet eyes soft and knowing. "Welcome home, Master. Homura-chan was feeling a little anxious about the fight." "She was worried her power was too destructive, too chaotic. So, we decided to try something a little different." Homura opened her eyes. They were calm and clear. The spheres of gravity vanished without a sound. "Chiyoko-san has been helping me," she said, her voice quiet. "Her healing aura... it's calming." "It helps me focus my power. To control it. Before, I would just... throw it. Now... I can shape it." It seemed Chiyoko, in her infinite wisdom, had decided to soothe our most powerful and volatile member herself. They didn't need me. They were already helping each other. "That's good, Chiyoko. Thanks," I said, giving her a grateful nod. A soft, maternal smile touched Chiyoko's lips. "They are all my responsibility now, Master. Their well-being is my purpose." I walked over to Homura and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry. Aoi will be there to help you keep it under control, too." Homura leaned into my touch, a quiet, happy hum coming from her throat. "Yes, Master. I trust Aoi. I trust all of them." My eyes drifted down to her cosmic dress, and a lewd grin spread across my face. "You know, I seem to remember someone promising me an Empress..." Her eyes followed my gaze down to her costume. When I made my remark, a deep blush spread across her pale cheeks. But she didn't pull away. She met my gaze, a hint of the playful girl from the aquarium returning. "...I did make a promise, Master. That the Empress would come out to play... for a special occasion." Chiyoko laughed softly, a warm, knowing sound as she stood up. "I believe my work here is done for the evening. I'll leave you to your private training." "See you both tomorrow. Rest well." She gave us both a warm smile before letting herself out, leaving me alone with the blushing, expectant Empress. Homura stayed kneeling on the cushion, her hands clasped in her lap. She looked up at me, her dark, nebula-like eyes a mix of nervousness and a determined, growing desire. "Alright, let's start slowly," I chuckled, lying on the floor and pulling down my pants. "You can touch it with your feet. Let the real Empress come out to play, Homura." Homura's blush deepened, but a flicker of determination shone in her eyes. She took a deep breath and got to her feet with a strange grace. She approached me, her movements hesitant. She stopped right in front of me, looking down at my exposed, hardening cock. She lifted one foot, still a little clumsy, and gently, tentatively, placed the sole of her foot against my shaft. The contact was cool and soft. A shiver ran through her. A small, surprised gasp. And then, everything changed. Her shyness evaporated. Her hesitation vanished. Her eyes narrowed, and a cold, arrogant smirk, the exact one she wore on the Sky Tower, spread across her lips. She pressed her foot down, her toes curling around me with a new, possessive pressure. "...Pathetic," the Empress declared, her voice a low, condescending purr. "You should be grateful I deign to touch you at all." The Empress had arrived. "Guh, that's it," I groaned, my cock throbbing from her cold voice and the sheer force of her aura. "More... please." The Dark Star Empress let out a soft, condescending chuckle. "'Please'? You are in no position to beg. But since your pathetic pleading amuses me... I will allow it." She began to move her foot up and down my shaft with a slow, deliberate, torturous rhythm. Her other foot joined the first, trapping me between them. She looked down at me, her nebula eyes glittering with a cold, cruel amusement. "You wanted the Empress, mortal. And now you have her. Regretting it yet?" She leaned down slightly, her long silver hair brushing against my stomach, her voice a low, imperious whisper. "Tell me how much you want me. Tell me you can't live without me. Entertain me. And perhaps... I'll grant you more." "Please, Empress," I groaned, my cock throbbing violently between her feet. "My body is yours now. It can't live without you." A slow, deeply satisfied smile spread across the Empress's lips. "'Mine'? A fitting word. All who gaze upon my magnificence are entranced. It is the natural order of things." She increased the pressure and speed of her footjob. "You're close, aren't you? Ready to spill your pathetic seed at my feet? But you haven't earned it yet." Spoiler [collapse] She stopped. Abruptly. Leaving me hanging on the edge of orgasm, aching and desperate. She slowly lifted her foot from my cock. "Beg me properly."