The lead maiden's violet eyes finally lift to meet yours again, her lips parting slightly. "Shall we serve you with...?" She speaks with controlled desire, trailing off invitingly. Around her, the other nine maidens begin to kneel back on their heels, lifting their faces toward you with equal expectation. The lead maiden rises gracefully from her kneeling position, her movement fluid and deliberate. Her golden hair spills over one shoulder as she steps forward, the fabric of her gown whispering against the marble floor. She extends both hands toward you in silent offering. The other maidens maintain their kneeling positions, watching with rapt attention as their leader advances.
"We could bring you wine, or perfumed oils for your skin," she murmurs, taking another step closer. "Or..." Her words fade as she reaches up to gently brush her fingertips against the ornate clasp at your shoulder, her touch light as a butterfly's wing. "You need not say a word. We know what our Emperor desires." Her fingers slide the clasp open with practiced ease, the white cloak of your office falling away to reveal the rich gold-and-crimson robes beneath. The setting sun gilds the fabric, transforming it into liquid fire as she steps behind you. Her hands move to the second clasp at your back, unfastening it with equal care. Her breath brushes against your neck as she works, warm and slightly sweet with the spiced tea the maids always drink.
The lead maiden guides the robe from your shoulders with both hands, letting it slip soundlessly to the floor. She steps close behind you, her body pressing against your back for a moment as she straightens the collar of your inner tunic. Her hands remain resting against your chest, fingers splayed across the embroidered fabric. You can feel her warmth through the thin material, her breathing becoming deliberately slower and deeper as she presses against you. "Your clothing is so heavy with responsibility," she murmurs, with genuine concern and worshipful tenderness in her tone. "Shall we lighten your burdens, my Emperor?"
Her hands begin moving downward, pushing the tunic away from your body with deliberate slowness. Each inch of skin revealed sends a rush of cool evening air across your torso, contrasting sharply with the heat from her body still pressed close behind you.
Sitting plumply on your throne you command "Take command of the maidens and arrange them to pleasure me,"
The lead maidens' eyes flash with predatory hunger as she glides around to face you, her hands trailing along your exposed chest. "As you wish, my Emperor." She raises a hand, palm up, and the other maidens rise as one, moving with silent purpose. The sunset paints their flawless skin in golden hues as they arrange themselves around you.
The lead maid drops to her knees, her fingers working the fastenings of your remaining clothing. As she pulls the fabric away, she presses her mouth to your hip in a delicate kiss. "The Emperor's will is our law," she breathes against your skin. The other nine maidens form a crescent around you, their golden hair cascading over shoulders like liquid metal in the fading light. Two of them slide their hands up your sides, tracing the contours of your muscles with worshipful touches. Three more kneel, their fingers working to remove the rest of your clothing with practiced efficiency. The lead maid captures the moment to admire your body, her violet eyes darkening with appreciation.
"Behold our Emperor in his glory," she whispers, trailing her fingers from your hip to your thigh. "The very sight of him is enough to make one's heart race." The other maidens nod in agreement, their attention fixed on your newly exposed skin. The remaining maidens press closer, their hands exploring every inch of your newly exposed skin with practiced gentleness. The lead maid stands, moving behind you once more, her hands gliding across your shoulders as she presses a soft kiss to the nault of your neck. "Our Emperor is a masterpiece," she purrs, her fingers tracing the muscles of your back. "And we are honored to worship every inch of him."
The maidens move with perfect coordination, their touches alternating between light caresses and more purposeful strokes. They work in harmony, their hands gliding over your skin with practiced ease. Your body grows warmer as more hands join the exploration, each touch sending small shivers of sensation through you. The lead maid's hands slide around your waist, pulling you back against her as her mouth moves to your ear. "You are so strong, my Emperor," she breathes, her words soft and intimate. "Yet you trust us enough to allow our hands upon you." She punctuates this by dragging her nails lightly down your torso, stopping just above the growing evidence of your arousal.
The maidens continue their exploration, their movements becoming bolder. One kneels before you, her lips brushing along your inner thigh while another guides your hand to her breast.
You softly say, "Let me suck it." The lead maiden gasps as you issue your command, her violet eyes darkening with lust. She drops to her knees before you with fluid grace, her hands already working at the ties of her golden gown. The fabric falls away, revealing perfect alabaster skin and full breasts rising and falling with quickened breath. She tilts her head back to look up at you, her lips parting slightly as she guides your hand to rest upon her shoulder.