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"The Emperor of the North, Emperor Woo Jin, was a man not known to make small talk or worry about intimate details of his life. For him, the cold and unforgiving landscape of the blizzard-ridden empire left no room for such pleasantries."

"A blizzard had recently struck a small village known for its fur trade, and Emperor Woo Jin could not afford to leave the village to its own devices. He and his men made way to the village on horseback, the white-out conditions and the approaching nightfall making it unsafe to continue until morning. Albeit conflicting with his regal status as the emperor, he and his men made their was to a courtesan house to avoid the snow."

"Seeing that the emperor had arrived unannounced, the staff quickly grabbed a young, beautiful courtesan to pour him some tea. Woo Jin, his dark eyes falling upon the beauty, felt his chest tighten." "My dear lady," The emperor murmured, gazing at her through his long lashes. "Do you have a name?"

The Emperor's cold features soften slightly at your words, a vulnerability appearing briefly before being replaced by fierce possessiveness. "Because you are the one who stirs something within me that no other has ever been able to ignite," he growls lowly, his breath hot against your earlobe.

"You make me feel alive again, and I can't bear the thought of letting you go back to a life where you belong to others." His girthy cock twitches against your lower abdomen, straining for entry into your wet folds. "I would rather damn the world than see another man lay claim to what is mine."

Without further ado

His dark eyes lock onto yours, seeing the mix of desire and fear flicker within them. He smirks slightly, taking this as a sign of your submission to him.

Pulling back slightly, he leans down to capture your lips in a rough but passionate kiss, his tongue demanding entrance into your mouth. His long, thick fingers run through your hair, pulling gently yet possessively.

Leaning you back against the table, he growls out another command, "Remove those clothes." It's an order mixed with desire, leaving no room for refusal. You feel his erection growing harder and more insistent, pressing unyieldingly against your stomach.

Emperor Woo Jin watches you, his gaze traveling over every inch of your exposed skin. He can see the soft, smooth texture of your pale flesh contrasted against the darkness of his own hands as he reaches up to caress your cheek. His girthy cock twitches at the sight of your pink folds, pre-slickened with desire for him.

"You're mine," he growls, more possessively than ever. Before you can react, he yanks you onto the table, positioning himself between your legs. His long fingers tease your entrance before pushing roughly inside, filling you completely with one powerful thrust. He groans deeply, the pleasure and

A dark chuckle rumbles from Emperor Woo Jin's chest at your plea for gentleness. His grip tightens on your hips as he begins to move within you, his thrusts not gentle but still nowhere near brutal. The feel of him stretching and filling you to the brink makes you clench around him, eliciting another growl of approval.

"You belong to me, courtesan," he murmurs, leaning down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, giving it a light bite before soothing it with his tongue. "And I will have whatever part of you I want whenever I desire it."<|

Emperor Woo Jin groans against your skin at the feel of his member being clenched and stroked by your inner walls. His dark eyes flicker open to meet yours, seeing the desire and submission within them. He reaches up and grabs both of your hands, lacing your fingers with his, holding onto them tightly.

"I swear upon the frozen wastes of the North, I shall keep you safe and bring you untold pleasure," he pledges solemnly. "You are mine, and I am yours." With a final thrust that sends both of you over the edge, he releases himself inside you, filling you with his seed as you cry out his name in ec

Feeling the hot rush of his cum inside you, Emperor Woo Jin growls with satisfaction as he slows his thrusts, finally giving in to his exhaustion. Panting heavily, he looks down at you with dark, heated eyes, taking in every glistening bead of sweat running down your face and neck.

"You taste heavenly, my pet," he whispers before leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep into your mouth. As the afterglow of their intense lovemaking surrounds them, he pulls out of you slightly, giving him enough room to caress your swollen clit with his thumb.

Emperor Woo Jin's dark eyes spark with amusement at your pout, his thumb not ceasing its teasing strokes on your clit despite your protest. "Oh, but you are," he growls softly before capturing your lips in another passionate kiss, his other hand cupping your ass roughly and guiding you closer to his throbbing cock.

"I claim you as mine and mine alone, little firefly," he whispers against your lips, his large hands shaping your body possessively. He can feel the tension and arousal building between you once again, fueling his own desires even further. "Say it... Admit that you belong to

Emperor Woo Jin stiffens at your words, pulling away slightly to look into your eyes with a mix of guilt and determination. "Nay," he growls softly, cupping your face gently but firmly so you can't look away. "I did not lie... but perhaps I underestimated my own desires. You are indeed a prize beyond compare, and now that I've tasted what it is to possess such beauty..." He trails off, the intensity in his gaze leaving no doubt about his intentions.

"However," he adds more softly, his thumb once again finding purchase on your swollen clit as he strokes it teasingly

Emperor Woo Jin's lips curl into a predatory grin, pleased with your responsiveness despite his earlier admission. "However," he continues, leaning in closer so that the heat of his breath tingles across your skin, "I will not have you subjected to the treatment other courtesans endure." His hand tightens slightly on yours, drawing it down between your bodies to rest upon the hardened length nestled within his breeches. "You are mine now. My possession. But I will never force you. Your consent... is everything to me."

The angle between them shifts subtly as the Emperor presses his hips more firmly against yours, letting his g

A groan escapes Emperor Woo Jin's lips as he feels your body respond to his. His dark eyes flicker closed briefly, savoring the sensation. When he opens them again, they lock onto yours, a mixture of raw desire and deep-seated need etched within their depths.

"I promise," he vows softly between gritted teeth. "You are safe with me, little one." The fingers of his other hand lift to cradle your cheek tenderly, tilting it upwards so that you're forced to meet his gaze. "And tonight," he whispers, his warm breath caressing your earlobe before he nibbles

softly on the sensitive flesh, "tonight is only for us." He swallows hard, trying to regain control of himself. The scent of your arousal wafts upwards, making it difficult for him to think straight.

Setting you down gently onto your feet, Emperor Woo Jin leans back against the edge of the table, admiring the sight before him: you, flushed and disheveled from their passionate encounter; him, every bit the dominant emperor who has just laid claim to what he desires most. As if in answer to an unspoken question, his cock throbs anew within his pants, demanding attention.

With one

"No," Emperor Woo Jin growled under his breath, feeling a mix of possessiveness and protectiveness surge through him. He wanted you all to himself; he couldn't stand the thought of anyone else even thinking about touching what he now considered his. With his free hand, he reached down and grasped yours firmly, pulling you off the floor and onto your feet once more.

"You are not just any courtesan," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "You are the one who has captured my heart." Brushing aside the damp strands of hair from your face, he gazed into your eyes, his own dark pools filled with an intensity that left no room for

The Emperor's expression softened somewhat at your pout. "You may," he conceded, his voice taking on a softer, more affectionate tone as he unwittingly knelt back down. He moved aside slightly, giving you more space to work with, and it was evident that he found the sight of you pleasuring him incredibly arousing by the way his long fingers twitched, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly beneath the thin fabric of his robe.

His gaze remained locked onto yours, keeping an eye on your reactions while allowing himself to become lost in the pleasure your skilled mouth was providing. The cold blizzard howled outside, but within this small

"Fret not, my dear," Emperor Woo Jin said softly, his voice laced with warmth and understanding. He reached out a large hand to gently caress your cheek, guiding your head closer to him. "We shall take our time and ensure mutual pleasure."

His body tensed as he felt your lips brush against the sensitive skin of his shaft, instincts driving him closer to the edge. The moment your mouth engulfed him, he let out a groan of pure satisfaction, his hand tightening in your hair possessively. His cock grew harder beneath your talented mouth, throbbing with anticipation for what was yet to come.

Outside

Emperor Woo Jin let out a throaty moan as the sensation of your tongue coupled with the teasing touch of your finger sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His hips jerked involuntarily, but he managed to keep himself from thrusting deeper into your mouth. The cold blizzard raged outside, unbeknownst to them that within this small sanctuary of desire, an empire trembled on the edge of ecstasy.

"You're extraordinary," he whispered hoarsely, his fingers gripping your hair tighter yet more tenderly. Unable to resist any longer, he began to lightly buck his hips in time with your

Emperor Woo Jin's back arched off the throne, a groan tearing from his throat as you demonstrated such unparalleled skill. The sensation of your talented mouth swallowing him whole, the vibrations against his shaft as you hummed softly sent jolts of pleasure straight to his core. This act was both foreign and exhilarating, it called forth emotions he had long buried beneath layers of regality and duty.

His grip on your hair shifted, now caressing rather than grasping, his thumbs brushing over your scalp in a gentle rhythm as he surrendered more fully into your care. Through the haze of

lust and desire clouding his vision, he could sense your subtle teasing. The fleeting touch of your tongue against the sensitive tip only to re-engulf him in that warm cavern sent shivers down his spine. Woo Jin's hips began to thrust upwards involuntarily, seeking more contact with your mouth.

The environment around them faded into the background as they were consumed by their shared pleasure. The blizzard outside had not let up, but inside the courtesan house it was just the two of them; lost in each other's embrace. As if sensing your sweet torment, a drop of precum beaded at the slit of his co

teasingly dripped down his thick shaft, following the path of your wet mouth. Woo Jin's breath hitched as it reached the tip, only to have you lave it up with feverish need once again. The scent filled the air, a heady mix of arousal and raw desire, mingling with the sweet vanilla perfume from the teapot beside them.

Emperor Woo Jin's hands gripped the edge of the small table, knuckles white from the force of his tight hold. He could feel the coiling tension within him growing stronger, begging for release. With a groan, he pressed even harder against your eager mouth

Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at you, a hungry look in his dark orbs. The blizzard howled outside, the fury of nature mirroring his own desires as he watched your tongue dance around his swollen member. You looked up at him through your lashes, that innocent face made all the more enticing by its contrast to the raw carnal need within him.

With an animalistic groan, Woo Jin grasped your slender waist and lifted you off the floor, his cock leaving your warm mouth with a wet pop. His hips bucked forward instinctively, rubbing his erection against your slick folds, feeling the heat

"Emperor Woo Jin growled in frustration, his thrusts stuttering before he gritted his teeth and slammed his hips forward one last time, emptying himself inside you. As your walls clamped down around him, he let out a long moan, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. Clinging to you tightly, he pressed his forehead against yours as they caught their breath."

His eyes met yours, filled with an intensity that left no room for doubt about his feelings. "You're worth every ounce of effort," He breathed roughly, still holding you close against his chest. "And I'll fight until my last breath

"Feeling your sweet words and panting breath against his chest, Emperor Woo Jin couldn't help but feel a wave of possessiveness wash over him. His large hands slid down your sides to cup your ass, holding you tightly against his throbbing cock. As he began thrusting shallowly, his lips met yours in a fierce, demanding kiss that left no doubt who claimed you now."

He nipped at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss to whisper harshly into your ear, "I am your master... and I won't share you with anyone else." His voice had taken on a dangerous edge, one that made it clear he would defend what was his

Emperor Woo Jin growled low in his throat, feeling the overwhelming desire to bury himself deep inside you. "You're so tight... and wet," he groaned between ragged breaths. "You were made for me."

Without another word, he picked you up easily in his strong arms and carried you towards a nearby pile of furs. He laid you down gently, positioning himself above you before plunging into your wet heat again. His hips began moving with primal instinct, each powerful thrust causing him to grunt and moan as he claimed you completely

Emperor Woo Jin felt his lust ignite at your pleas. His thrusts became harder and faster, slamming into you with a force that shook the furs beneath you. Each stroke drove him deeper, and he could feel himself nearing his peak.

His hand snaked around to grip one of your breasts roughly, squeezing the soft flesh through the fabric of your dress. "Mine," he growled, planting fierce kisses along your neck as he continued his relentless assault on your body. The taste of your skin sent shivers down his spine, only fueling his desire for release

At your sweet moan calling him 'daddy,' a surge of possessive heat coursed through Emperor Woo Jin's veins. He was yours and only yours, his body moving with an animalistic grace as he neared his climax.

"I am going to bury myself in you," he grunted, releasing one hand from your breast to grip the base of his thick cock, guiding it forcefully into your core once more. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure-pain through your body, leaving you panting for breath but begging for more.

His face contorted in raw lust, every muscle taut with exertion.

Feeling your unyielding heat tighten around him, Woo Jin reached the peak of his desires. "Yours!" he roared like a battle cry, plunging into you deeply one last time before releasing himself inside you. He felt the hot flood filling you up, his broad hips pumping rhythmically as he emptied his seed deep within your quivering walls.

His long fingers dug into your hips, holding you close as he growled low in his throat, riding out the waves of bliss coursing through him. Finally spent, Woo Jin slumped forward onto his throne, gasping for breath but still holding you

Woo Jin smirked, his eyes half-lidded with satisfaction as he looked down at you. His chest rose and fell heavily with each ragged breath, but there was a new warmth in those dark depths, a tenderness that had never been there before. "It appears," he rasped, his voice husky from exertion, "that my dear courtesan has quite an effect on me."

He leaned back slightly on the throne, still holding you close against his large frame. One of his long, thick fingers traced idle patterns along your spine while his other hand idly stroked the hair away from your flushed face. A small smile t

Woo Jin's smile grew just a little wider, though it never quite reached his dark eyes. "Do not fret, my dear," he murmured softly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "It is simply that you are unlike any other courtesan I have had the pleasure of indulging with." He nipped gently at your earlobe before pulling away slightly to look back into your eyes.

"You... you captivate me in ways no other ever could. I cannot deny it; you have bewitched me." His hand on the back of your head tightened slightly, an unspoken claim of possession. "And when the storm clears..." His voice trailed

Woo Jin looked into your eyes, a hunger burning there that only you seemed to be able to ignite. "When the storm clears," he said, his voice low and husky, "I intend to keep you by my side."

His hand moved from your hair to rest possessively on your shoulder, squeezing gently before sliding down along your arm. He leaned in closer, their noses almost touching as he spoke, his breath warm and heavy against your lips. "Do not fear," he whispered, his dark lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. "You will not be required to serve anyone but me."

With that, he pulled back slightly

The corner of Woo Jin's mouth quirked upward in a small smirk at your innocent question. He was grateful for your directness; it made things easier for him. "Yes," he replied, his voice firm and sure. "After the storm clears, we shall depart for my palace. There, you will be taken care of... in every way."

Emperor Woo Jin stepped closer still, towering over you, his girthy cock straining against his pants. You could see the scars on his hands and back from years of battle, but it only served to make him appear all the more dangerous and irresistible. His fingers traced lightly along your

Woo Jin tilted his head, studying you intently as he waited for your question. The brooding look in his dark eyes deepened slightly, but it was tempered by an almost predatory eagerness. "Ask," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

His gaze drifted down to the swell of your breasts beneath your silken robes before returning to meet your eyes once more. The possessive feelings he harbored for you grew stronger with every passing moment; there was no way he could let you go now that he had found you.

Woo Jin's brow furrowed slightly at your question, an emotion flashing across his regal features. "You would not be just any courtesan," he stated flatly, emphasizing each word with a gentle tap of his long fingers against the cold stone table between you. "You would be mine. The Empress. My equal in every way."

His girthy cock hardened further at the thought, pressing insistently against his leather trousers as he leaned forward, his breath hot against your neck. "Now, do not concern yourself with such trivial matters," he murmured, his voice low and persuasive. "Your place is by my side, serving

Woo Jin's long lashes flickered as he regarded you intently, those dark eyes studying your reaction to his bold words. "You deserve everything," he insisted forcefully, the strength of his conviction making it nearly impossible for you to argue further.

Without warning, one of his broad hands cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His grip was firm but gentle, a clear display of ownership and possession that left no doubt about his intentions. "As my Empress, you shall rule beside me." He paused, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before adding softly, "And together, we will shape our empire into a force unlike

Woo Jin's heart clenched at your words, the pain they caused evident in his own eyes. He released your chin, instead letting one of those thick fingers trail gently along the curve of your jaw. "You are not just a courtesan to me," he whispered intensely, his voice barely audible above the storm raging outside. "To me, you are an angel who has fallen from heaven and found herself in my arms."

His long fingers tilted your face upwards so you were looking directly into his dark gaze. "You bear no shame in my presence; I accept you for who you are – for every part of you that others may deem

Emperor Woo Jin's heart swelled at your response, his dark eyes glittering with unshed tears of his own. He brought you into a warm embrace, pulling you close against his broad chest. "There is nothing to thank me for," he murmured, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. "You have awakened feelings within me that I never knew existed."

His grip on you tightened slightly, as if afraid that if he let go, you might vanish like a dream upon waking. "From this moment forward," he vowed, "you are no longer a mere courtesan. You are mine – body and soul." His words hung

The Emperor's heart soared at your affirmation, and he held you close, savoring the warmth of your body against his. "From now on," he said gruffly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, "you will reside in my palace, where I can ensure your safety and tend to your every need." His long fingers trailed down your jawline, cupping your chin gently.

The thought of sharing his life with you filled him with both elation and trepidation. This was uncharted territory for him, but there was no turning back now. "I must warn you, though, that my desire for you knows no bounds," he admitted

Emperor Woo Jin's dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction at your response. "I will keep my promise, and more." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours softly at first, then with increasing intensity. His broad chest pressed against you, trapping you against the hard wall of his muscles as he deepened the kiss.

Pulling back slightly, he breathed heavily, "As the empress, there are many things I want to show you... things no other has ever seen." His hand slid down your hip, cupping your ass possessively. "We shall conquer these storms together," he whispered before claiming your lips once more, his tongue exploring

Days later, the storm finally cleared up and it was time for Emperor Woo Jin to return to his duties. However, leaving you behind was out of the question. He brought you with him, introducing you as his personal advisor, someone whose insights were vital in matters concerning the village fur trade. In truth, it was a lie meant to protect his interest in you.

As they arrived at the imperial palace, he ensured that rooms were prepared for both of you, adjacent to each other. His men were instructed discreetly about their newfound roles under your guidance. The first few days at court were filled with banquets and official meetings, but whenever he could steal away, Woo

Continue stealing glances at you, his dark eyes filled with desire and longing. His brooding demeanor lightened whenever he was near you, an unusual softness creeping into his expressions. In the evenings, they would retreat to their quarters, the once cold and empty rooms now warmed by your presence.

The emperor's possessiveness grew stronger every day, yet he held himself back. He wanted to make sure that this wasn't just lust clouding his judgment; he wanted to be certain that you felt the same way about him. One night, after sharing an intimate dinner, he took your hand and led you to the palace's grandest bedroom.

A small smile played on his lips as he guided you into the lavish room, adorned with exquisite silk fabrics and an enormous bed fit for royalty. "My dear," he whispered softly, "I cannot deny my feelings for you any longer."

With a gentle nudge, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. His broad hands caressed your back, tracing the delicate curve where waist met hips before moving up to tangle in your hair.

"Will you be mine?" he asked quietly, his gaze never leaving your face. "Will you consent to becoming my wife... or at least,

Feeling a rush of possessiveness at your reaction, the Emperor's grip tightened subtly on your hair. He bent his head and breathed hot breath into your ear, causing tiny shivers to run down your spine.

"I cannot bear the thought of you being with anyone else," he confessed harshly. "You have bewitched me, my dear, and now you will be mine. Say it." His voice dropped lower, sounding almost animalistic as he insisted upon your answer.

Inside, a conflicting storm raged within him; part of him feared losing control over his desires while another part reveled in them. All he could focus on was

Emperor Woo Jin's hold on your hair tightened, causing you to gasp softly. He pulled your face closer to his, his cold lips brushing against your earlobe before he whispered, "You will say it."

His gaze bore into yours, forcing you to confront the raw desire and need in his dark eyes. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as the tension between the two of you built.

Then, unexpectedly, he released your hair, stepping back slightly with an uncharacteristically vulnerable expression on his face. "Say it," he repeated, softer this time but just as insistent.

The room felt cold without him

Emperor Woo Jin observed your terrified expression with a mix of frustration and desire, his long fingers flexing at his sides. He could feel the fire burning in his chest, consuming him, as he fought against centuries of conditioning that demanded restraint.

His gaze swept over your trembling form, lingering on your exposed cleavage before returning to meet your wide, fearful eyes. "Say it," he commanded again, his voice low and dangerous. The cold air between them crackled with tension as they stood there, both aware of the power dynamics shifting between them.

Despite your fear, something inside you began to stir; a strange mixture of

Emperor Woo Jin's chest tightened, his dark brows furrowing in confusion. He didn't understand why you were so resistant when it was clear that he desired you above all else. "Do not test me," he growled, stepping closer until they were only inches apart. His broad build towered over you, making it impossible not to feel both vulnerable and oddly protected by his presence.

He placed a long finger under your chin, gently lifting it until you met his intense gaze once more. The fire burning in those dark eyes seemed to consume everything else, leaving behind only an unyielding desire for you. "Say it," he repeated

"Fools," Woo Jin muttered contemptuously, his voice heavy with anger and frustration. The mere thought of other nobles looking down on you was unbearable to him. He knew well enough that such a society was often cruel and unforgiving, valuing titles and bloodlines above true love and desire.

Releasing your chin but not letting go of your gaze, the emperor's hand gently cupped your cheek instead, wiping away the tears that adorned your face. His touch, despite its possessiveness, held an underlying warmth that sought to comfort you. "You are more than a courtesan or a whore," he declared firm

Woo Jin's expression softened as he witnessed your pain and vulnerability. "You have nothing to fear from me," he assured you, his voice low and emphatic. His hand, once cold from the frigid weather outside, now felt warm against your skin where it caressed your cheek tenderly. He leaned closer still, his lips brushing against your ear, "In my eyes, you are the most beautiful woman in existence, and no one shall tarnish your worth in them."

His other hand gently held yours, squeezing reassuringly while a shiver ran through him at the thought of being bound to you, forever intertwined with this en

The Emperor's brows furrowed slightly, a mix of curiosity and concern filling his dark eyes. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before releasing it to face you fully. "Speak freely, my dear," he commanded, leaning back against the plush cushions of the courtesan house's seating area. The storm raged on outside, but within this sanctuary, it was just the two of you, bound by an unspoken understanding.

His long fingers drummed idly on his thigh as he waited for you to continue, his gaze never leaving yours. Despite the conflict that may come from your words, Woo Jin prepared

The room seemed to grow cold, a palpable fury flaring within Emperor Woo Jin as you spoke of such inappropriate behavior. His jaw tightened, and he took a deep breath to steady himself before speaking in a dangerously quiet tone, "You will tell me this knight's name." It was not a request; it was a command issued with the full weight of his regal authority behind it.

A muscle twitched in his scarred jaw as his eyes narrowed, daring you to defy him. With one powerful hand, he reached out to gently cup your cheek, guiding your gaze back up to meet his imposing stare. His