Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

"Mhmm," Lucile moaned in Hal's mouth while they lay down on the sofa in her office.

Hal was on top of her with one hand on jet breast and the other stretched down towards her inner thighs to rub her pussy through her underwear.

Lucile had her arms around Hal's neck as though to hold him in place while their mouths remained pressed against each other.

The familiar feeling of pleasure was back and Lucile was absolutely reveling in it while also feeling an interest in things moving faster.

She got her wish somewhat when Hal pulled her clothes apart to reveal her right breast which he lapped at with his tongue before taking the nipple into his mouth to suck on as aggressively as he possibly could.

Lucile's pussy was twitching with excitement and her pussy was getting wetter the longer Hal was touching her and her body was getting more sensitive... Getting more sensitive to stimulation of which she got plenty.

"Nnghhh" she groaned and showed her excitement in several ways... One of them being humping her lower half towards Hal.

The moment Hal took his mouth off her nipple and raise himself, Lucile proceeded to take off his clothes with Hal doing the same for her.

The two undressed one another in seconds and Lucile marked that moment by kissing his pecs and focusing her attention mostly on his nipples.

She put her hands all over his body, feeling up his muscular physique and giving in to the urge to pull him even closer to herself.

Their lips reconnected and they started yet another intense make-out session that had the two undulating on the sofa with their clothes strewn on the ground.

Their bodies went together in perfect symmetry and chemistry that truly went past the threshold of lustful humping... Lucile believed she was feeling genuine feelings that went past the simple physical carnal desires.

Thing was, it was hard to actually separate the carnal from the emotional and she was not trying hard to.

She suddenly chuckled.

"You find what we are doing funny?" Hal asked with a smirk as they paused their make-out and just stared into each other's eyes.

Lucille shrugged, smiled, and did not give an answer, and despite her mature face and mature body (especially her massive rack), she looked cute and almost innocent.

She chuckled once again and Hal just rolled his eyes before beginning to work downward on her body.

As he moved, he left trails of kisses behind.

Her cleavage he kissed, especially loving how her large parks snuggled against his cheeks as he did.

Both of her breasts, he took care to give attention to before he moved on.

Her taut stomach he kissed and even indulged himself in a few silly acts before he finally reached the fine patch of hair right above her moist and delicious nether region which would be receiving the most attention in this session.

A few licks and Hal had his face buried in Lucile's pussy while giving her clit pinching focus and maneuvering his nimble and lengthy tongue all through her insides.

Lucile reached down and grabbed his hair while she arched her back on the sofa and thrashed around even harder against his mouth.

She took on hand off Hal's head and reached behind her head for the sofa armrest which she grabbed onto while the thrusting of her hip increased in speed.

She was nearing her release and she did not attempt to even try to hold it off as she kept humping her pussy against Hal's mouth and inched ever closer to orgasm.

"Oh yes, right there... Ahhnnn... Nghhhh, Mmmm, Mnghhh, Ohhh YESSSSSSSSSSSS"

The final yell was drawn out and turned into a hiss that did well to showcase just how hard-hitting the climax had been for her.

Her pussy spewed pussy juices into Hal's mouth and he lapped it all up with enthusiasm.

When he finally rose from her pussy, it was to move his cock against her and prepare her for penetration.

The preparation consisted of rubbing his cockhead against her pussy lips and then he thrust into her.

Lucile welcomed its intrusion with the tightening of her pussy around him.

Hal was not going to be letting up with his thrusts and Lucille was very much prepared to take whatever he had to give and demand more.

***

Dystopian Continent...

Dragon Clan...

Sassy appeared on a teleportation circle after finally completing her journey.

The runemasters in charge of the teleportation circles who Sassy could not tell whether were part of the dragon clan or not took one look at her and knew she was expected.

Knowing that her journey, while fast to her, must have actually been over a few days, Sassy felt it wasn't too surprising that they had been given details on what she looked like and what they were to be expecting.

"You are the representative of the Sapphire Prince?" he asked her as she stepped off the circle.

"'Sapphirine Prince'" Sassy corrected "Yes, I am. I'm Sassy," she added.

The runemasters shared a look.

They had been testing for a possible imposter and had deliberately gotten the name wrong.

"Yes, of course. We will send need to the palace and someone will be here to escort you there soon" said the runemaster and Sassy just shrugged,

"Okay," she said.

She walked past them and toward the entrance of the building not in an attempt to leave but rather to look out at the entire Clan territory in general.

The Dragon clan was composed of a lot of black-haired and black-eyed people who possessed dragon blood in some capacity.

Not all had those features but those who did were in the majority.

The Clan territory was comparable to any Haron Duchy or even the Imperial City in size and it was beautiful to look at.

There was a lot of dignity to be felt... A lot of domineering pride.

It was of course lacking the Negative energy that was ever present in the air of the Devil Tribe territory.

Sassy could easily tell which of the buildings was the Palace as it was quite easily the largest and grandest of them all. An imposing structure that was the complete embodiment of the domineering Prideful feeling that permeated the entire clan.

Sasha felt she could just go over there right now but declined to do so.

With Hal being her master, there was no one else that she admired and respected but even then, she still had manners.

If the dragons wanted to send her transportation, then she would wait for that transportation.

She was no fool... She knew the offered transportation was not out of hospitality but rather so they could keep an eye on her but she did not care. She was here for diplomacy and to keep pushing her master's agenda in giving the Dystopians the upper hand in the war between the two continents.

The carriage arrived twenty minutes after Sassy arrived at the Dragon clan. The door opened and inside sat a young-looking man with black hair and black eyes.

He had a fan in hand and smiled in what could be considered a friendly manner as he eyed Sassy from head to toe and back up,

"Hello, I am Nero of the Dragon clan. I shall be escorting you to the Palace" said the man.

Sassy eyed him like he had eyed her and then got on the carriage and closed the door after her before saying,

"I'm Sassy"

"I know. We welcome you to our wonderful Dystopian Utopian corner of the world."

Sassy said nothing to that but did acknowledge his words with a gesture of her head.

"We would have very much preferred to be speaking with the Prince. We have heard such good things."

Sassy smirked in her mind and wondered if Nero knew about how Hal had spoken rudely to the council.

"I am doubtful you will get to see My Lord the Prince anytime soon," Sassy said.

The carriage was moving and moving very fast as it headed for the Palace.

Nero fanned himself as he said,

"Why not? Are we not worthy?" as he spoke, there was a glint in his eyes.

'He knows' Sassy thought. Nero's choice of words was too much of a reference to Hal's words to just be a coincidence.

"Maybe," Sassy said.

"What?" the man's smile slipped a bit in surprise at Sassy's blatant words.

"Maybe you are not worthy. Maybe you are. I am not in the position to judge your worthiness. Only my master can legitimately do such.

That said, his absence has little to do with worthiness and more to do with his busy schedule.

Until he is done and once again available to meet with you, I and his anchors will just have to be enough" Sassy said.

Nero recomposed himself and fanned himself a bit more before smiling and saying,

"Of course. If he's busy then he's busy. We are just very eager to meet the brains behind this unprecedented trump card that has been handed to us to further our dreams of conquest."

Nero said nothing after that and soon, the carriage went through the gates of the dragon clan Palace.

Sassy got to look out the window and admire the proud architecture of the Palace.

They got out of the carriage and Nero led her towards the very center building of the Palace where Sassy was of course expecting to have an audience with the leader of the clan, the Dystopian Dragon King.

The room she was ushered into was empty except for experts all sporting the coal-black hair and eyes of members of the Dragon clan.

The door of the room was shut and Nero stood aside while Sassy looked at him in confusion.

"What is this?" she had only just asked when she was struck at by the first attack.

An attack she moved quickly and nimbly enough to avoid.

Nero chuckled while staying in a corner and away from it all with a smile,

"This... Is the welcome you deserve"