Empress Castrating the Harem
Xeiva floated in the lotus filled pool, torchlight reflecting and glittering on the water’s surface. She dunked her head into the scented water and then rose again, running her fingers through her long, silky black hair. She ran her hands down its length, and then up the front of her nude body, her amazing body, her royal body. A flicker distracted her from her erogenous play. Her chamberlain leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Your majesty, the King of Roihas is here. Shall I tell him to expect you?” Xeiva took some moments to decide the fate of this newly subjugated vassal. She floated, thinking of what would be most humiliating for him. Finally she spoke. “Tell him to undress and bring him here.” She wanted to see what his lineage had to show in the breeding department. Her chamberlain nodded and scuttled away. This was her favorite part of breaking in new royalty. As Empress, and therefore overlord of many kings, princes, and landed gentry, s...
