Chapter 556: The Empress’s Duty [R18]

Xalvoria froze. The color drained from her face as the true weight of his command registered. "I am the sovereign of the First Pillar. I bow to no man."

"You are a patient begging for a cure on my ship," Xavier corrected, his voice devoid of any mercy. "Kneel, Xalvoria. Drop the title, get on the floor, and ask for the data properly. Or I walk right out that door, take the ship to Tartarus, and let the decay finish the job."

The stone on the table cast long shadows against the walls. Xalvoria stared at him. She searched his star-forged eyes for a bluff and found only cold certainty. He would let her die. He would let the Sun's Moon turn to ash to prove a point.

A tremor shook her frame. Her knees bent. The ruler of the First Pillar sank to the deck. Her bare knees hit the cold metal. She looked up at the boy she despised and surrendered to the heavy gravity of his lineage.

"Please," Xalvoria whispered. "Give me your data."

The heavy fabric of her royal garments lay in a pile around her calves.

She wore nothing else.

The pale golden light from the altar traced the sharp lines of her collarbone and the soft curves of her figure. Her skin was flawless porcelain, marred only by the faint, dark veins of her decaying lineage. Thick, wavy red hair cascaded down her bare back and framed her face.

The physical perfection of the First Pillar's matriarch was undeniable. She possessed a dangerous, otherworldly beauty. Her crimson eyes stared up at him. They burned with a fierce hatred mixed with raw vulnerability.

Xavier looked down at her. The dominant pressure in the room held her in place. He accepted her submission.

"Good." Xavier stepped closer. The toes of his boots brushed against her bare knees. "Now prove you mean it. Take off my clothes."

A wave of humiliation washed over Xalvoria's face. She hesitated. The biological rot deep in her cells gave a painful throb. She swallowed her ancient pride and raised her trembling hands.

Her pale fingers reached for the hem of his dark covenant jacket. She unfastened the clasps one by one. She pushed the heavy fabric off his shoulders. The jacket fell to the floor to join her crimson mantle.

She moved to his shirt. Her knuckles brushed against the hard muscle of his abdomen. She flinched at the sudden heat radiating from his skin. The blood of Zephyros pumped through his veins. It carried the heavy, raw power she desperately needed to survive. She unbuttoned the shirt and pulled the fabric away from his chest.

Xavier stood bare-chested before her. The faint starlight of the ancient emperor glowed in his eyes. He looked down at the kneeling galactic ruler, ready to begin the data transfer.

Empress Xalvoria remained on her bare knees, the cold deck pressing into her skin. She had completely discarded her royal mantle. Her trembling fingers rested lightly against Xavier's exposed stomach, feeling the intense, radiant heat of the Zephyros bloodline pumping through his veins.

Xavier looked down at the sovereign of the First Pillar. The faint, ancient starlight of the Emperor burned in his eyes. He enjoyed the sight of the haughty dragon matriarch reduced to a desperate, kneeling supplicant under the glowing light of the Goddess fragment resting on the nearby altar.

"Keep going," Xavier commanded, his voice cutting clearly through the quiet noise of the ship. "You have two weeks of hyperspace travel ahead of you, Xalvoria. You need to get acquainted with the exact tool that is going to save your life."

Xalvoria swallowed hard, her golden eyes flashing with a brief spark of ancient pride before her degrading cellular structure forced her to submit. Her hands moved down to the heavy buckle of his trousers. She unfastened the belt and dragged the heavy fabric down his thighs, completely freeing his hard cock.

The intense heat radiating from his groin hit her face instantly. Her cells were actively burning from the inside out, decaying under the weight of the eight divine fragments she carried. The moment she was exposed to his pure, concentrated energy, her biology screamed in starvation.

Xavier reached down, weaving his fingers into her hair. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Since the second you stepped onto my ship, your mouth has been full of nothing but insults, ancient titles, and pure arrogance," Xavier stated, tracing his thumb over her bottom lip. "It is time to put it to actual use."

Xalvoria closed her eyes, entirely surrendering the last shred of her royal dignity to survive. She leaned forward, parting her lips, and pressed her mouth directly against the tip of his cock.

The moment her tongue brushed against his skin, a violent shockwave of pure, golden energy surged straight into her degrading system. A drop of his pre-cum coated her tongue, tasting like raw, unadulterated cosmic power.

Her failing biology reacted instantly, rapidly absorbing the tiny fraction of data and demanding infinitely more.

Her initial reluctance vanished, completely overridden by the biological necessity to heal.

Xalvoria opened her mouth wider, taking his thick cock past her lips. Her golden eyes fluttered as the intense heat flooded her throat. She had spent eons ruling entire solar systems, viewing all mortals with supreme disdain.

Now, she was hollowing out her cheeks, creating a tight vacuum to milk a mortal teenager. She swirled her tongue around him, learning the exact shape and texture of the cure she desperately needed.

"Good," Xavier breathed, his grip tightening slightly in her hair to guide her movements. "Take it deeper. Show me exactly how badly you want to survive."

Xalvoria obeyed eagerly. She bobbed her head, swallowing past her gag reflex to take him fully into her throat. Her hands instinctively moved to cup his warm balls, massaging them as her mouth worked at a steady, wet pace.

The cabin filled with the loud, highly inappropriate sounds of the Void Dragon Sovereign thoroughly servicing the reincarnated Emperor.

Every single time she pulled back and slid forward again, tiny sparks of golden data transferred from his skin directly to her lips, slowly knitting her decaying cells back together.

The humiliation of the act fueled a dark, twisting heat in her own core. Her flawless boobs flushed a deep crimson, the tight nipples hardening rapidly in the cool air of the cabin as she fully embraced her two-week assignment.