The Black Dragon Lady

The boy was not from here. He had been following the storyteller to every village for years. He walked next to the little girl who led the blind storyteller from place to place and held the girl's hand. She was perhaps 13 or 14, very young, only a few years younger than him. He helped the girl prepare the sleeping place. He helped with the cooking, the three of them ate in silence. The old man stretched out on the mat and waved to the girl. He only felt like being fucked by the little girl every few days. The girl fumbled out the old man's half‐hard cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked and licked it until it was hard after a few minutes. She quickly lifted her skirt and sat on him, inserting the old, gnarled cock at the same time. She was very skilled and practiced at riding the cock very quickly. After barely 3 minutes the old man groaned and laboriously squirted into the girl's small, tight pussyhole. She got off and kissed the old man on the cheek. He in turn stroked her hair, her head and her cheek. "You're a good child," he said and she nodded. She knew that she was his daughter, just like the boy was his biological son. She turned to the boy. "Ride or lie down?" she asked and he murmured, "Ly down!" They didn't need to talk about it for long, she lay on her back and he lay on top of her. "Concentrate well, maybe you'll have this time an orgasm!" he said quietly and started to fuck her. He fucked her for over a quarter of an hour without stopping, he had to squirt inside three times in a row today, only after the third squirting did his erection collapse. "Maybe tomorrow will be OK," whispered the girl, who had once again not had an orgasm. He nodded and they went to sleep. He warmed the girl from one side, she curled up in the old man's arms and warmed him.

The boy knew all the storyteller's stories by heart. At that time, the general public was illiterate, there were no records. When the old man was no longer anymore, he wanted to be the next storyteller. He only had his mother's word on her deathbed that the old man was his father, and since then he had followed him from village to village, when he was only 9. He watched very closely how it all went down. The young girls in the front row had left their pubic cloth off, they were naked under their skirts. They put one hand into the waistband of their skirts and their fingers played with their clit, without a break, until the end of the evening. So she learned very early on to hide her orgasm from the eyes of others. A girl, who had already lost her virginity, always lay on her back on the storyteller's lap, she stuck the old man's cock, more or less hidden under her skirt, into her pussyhole and his fingers gently played with her clit. The old man cleverly arranged it so, that at a filthy naughty turn of the story, when everyone was laughing and clapping, he quickly squirted into the girl's pussyhole, but only a little bit, because there were other girls waiting to sit on his lap.

In the back rows, in the dark, there was real fucking going on. The boy sat down between the steaming hot young men and boys. He watched the women being fucked with scientific interest, of course. The man, on whose lap she was sitting backwards listening to the story, had grabbed her by the buttocks and lifted her up slightly. The men fucked very slowly so as not to attract attention, although everyone knew that they were fucking. Most of the women had put one hand under their skirts and their fingers were dancing on their clits. If you watched very closely, you could tell when she was having an orgasm by the trembling of her thighs or buttocks. Most of the men lifted the woman up a few centimeters when they fucked like rabbits at the finale and squirted inside from below. They only waited a few moments, then they pulled out their cocks and pushed the woman onto the lap of a waiting neighbor. The boy had been taking part for a long time. At first, when he couldn't squirt, he stuck his cock in the pussyhole, but he didn't fuck. He reached around the woman's more or less fat ass and masturbated her with his finger. It took a while until the little boy mastered it. Later on he could squirt, now he fucked the girls or women like the other men. He usually only fucked three women, then he had enough. Most of the women were fat and heavy and buried the boy under their masses of flesh, which he didn't like at all. Although it was precisely these fat women who did it best.

Towards the end of the evening, the boy sat down in the second row, reached from behind over to the girls in the first row and let his finger dance on their clit, which they all liked. All.

So, let the story begin!

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Min sat in the shallow river water and cooled her wound. She had fought with a great warrior, she had rammed the dagger into the side of his neck and had drawn the sword forcefully across his throat. The dying man had drawn his sword across her ribs as he fell. It was not a life‐threatening wound, but it went deep into her ribs. The village tailor had stitched up the wound and she gritted her teeth. That was four weeks ago, now she was sitting up to her waist in the cooling water and cooling the wound, the painful scar.

Originally she was not a revolutionary, she was born as Princess Min in the court of the House of Ma'ang and would one day marry a high official. But her life went very different.

At the age of 5 she had started to learn to read and spent many hours in the library. Girls and princesses of that time were only marriage material, the only thing they had to learn was how to fuck. Min had not yet awakened sexually, she much preferred reading. The famous storyteller only came to town once a year and Min had already listened to him around the campfire as a child. The storyteller's stories were always spicy and he spared no sexual acts. The blind old man was certainly not yet 100, as many whispered, but these evenings were dripping with sex. The prettiest girls sat in the front row, deliberately leaving their veils under their skirts and sticking their hands up the skirts, where their fingers diligently gave pleasure to the clit. Min could look under many of the skirts and watch the finger dancing on the clit. So she learned to masturbate from a young age on and did it every night before she fell asleep after the orgasm. Her friends had told her that this was how sexuality was supposed to awaken. The child longed for this very much. She had read so much about love that she longed for physical love.

A young girl always sat on the old storyteller's lap, his old cock was under her skirt in her pussyhole and Min could see very clearly that from time to time he made a great effort and squirted a little bit into her pussy. But only those sitting directly in front of him could see that. His finger played with the girl's clit, and when she had an orgasm, she thanked the old man and made way for the next girl. The girls really enjoyed exhibiting themselves in front of a few people, it was still intimate enough and didn't have the sleazy odor of public fucking.

As Min grew older, she became more interested in sitting in the back rows. That's where the real fucking happened. Min sat between two steaming hot men or young boys who pulled the woman sitting in front of him onto their laps. They were all respectable, chaste women, Min knew most of them. The young man had pushed her skirt aside as soon as she sat on his lap. The woman closed her eyes and sighed in shame when he pushed his cock into her pussy hole from below. These women were neither frivolous nor slutty, they were shy, chaste and loyal to their men. But the storyteller's evening was her only opportunity to be fucked by a dozen strangers under the cover of darkness. So Min knew about fucking, she watched very closely as her neighbors secretly fucked the seated women. Nobody fucked openly and without inhibitions. The child Min asked the woman if she could watch and pushed her face under her skirt. The man held the woman by the hips and his cock was deep inside her hole. Man and woman hardly moved, most women let their fingers dance on their clit, Min knew very well what for. The woman suppressed her orgasm as best she could. The men hardly moved, their cocks reared up and squirted comfortably in her hole. The woman sighed contentedly because she thought of her husband, whom she was cheating on with a dozen starving men in this half‐admitted situation.

Min learned quite quickly what it looked like when the cock pumped and pumped and pumped. The woman lifted her ass, let him squirt and squirt and squirt and was pulled onto the lap of the next sitting neighbor. Min was very surprised because these women were fucked by at least 10 or 15 men during the story, which seemed somehow perverse to her. But Min also learned how important it was for these men and women to fuck and that it didn't matter who with.

Min only had to reach out her hand and touch the women's ass cheeks. She felt the pussy because she wanted to know what it was like to be fucked. She put her hand on the cock to experience the ejaculation up close. Man and woman were far too busy to worry about the little girl's curious fingers. So Min learned from an early age how to fuck.

Min was 8 when her eldest half‐sister told her about the hymen. It was very important, only her father, the prince, could deflower her, at 12 or 13, perhaps. Otherwise it would be a terrible disgrace for the prince, perhaps she would lose her head. That had a deep effect. Min could talk to this sister about everything. Could she let herself be fucked in the asshole? She saw it again and again how the bigger boys fucked the little ones in the asshole. The little ones squirted on their own, only a few had to be masturbated to squirt. The big sister laughed, of course she was allowed to, she just had to be as careful as a hawk that no one pierced her hymen. So Min captured everyone's attention, she became the most popular ass‐fucker and was the center of attention. That she enjoyed very much. Big boys came, young men, even grown men. She let a dozen boys and men fuck her in the asshole while the storyteller told his story. That only changed when her brother deflowered her. Then she had free reign and fucked everyone who would let her be fucked. She didn't just fuck those her father sent her with good intentions. By the time she fell in love at 19, she had fucked hundreds of boys and men, even the old storyteller.

At that time, around 300 to 400 years before our Lord was born, STDIs were not wide spread then or simply didn't exist. All women in the rural population were still really and fully subordinate to men and man‐made superstition. A sharp command was enough to be able to fuck her, even if you were not her husband. And most women submitted to this degrading culture because they were superstitious to the core. Ghosts, jinns and the souls of the dead were everywhere and forced women to open their thighs for sex and to do their offering in silence. Unwed men, young and old, naturally took advantage of this. They approached sleeping women at night and pretended to be ghosts or jinns. The women were afraid, turned onto their belly and buried their faces in the pillows. The women buried their faces in the pillows, because you were not allowed to look directly at a ghost. They bared their butts and stuck them naked out behind them so that the powerful ghost could fuck them easily from behind. This ghost‐fucking was a real plague in those days. The ghosts fucked just like the men. When the ghost asked for it after squirting, she buried her face deep in the pillows and reached back to rub the ghost's cock until it was stiff again so that it could fuck her again. 9 out of 10 country women experienced this, many for years or a lifetime. It was a sexually wild, unbridled millennium. Many hundreds of thousands of women were fucked night after night by a ghost, be it the friendly neighbor, a sex‐hungry bachelor or a random wanderer. They all fucked the frightened women and girls at will. Many women were so conditioned that at the slightest noise at the door or window they would immediately lie on their bellies, bury their faces in the pillows and raise their bare asses high up. Whoever it was could fuck them immediately and in complete silence. Grandfathers, fathers‐in‐law, uncles and brothers, even their own sons profited from the lavish offers. After Min's life, morals worsened. It was generally tolerated and accepted that children and youngsters, and later even adults, masturbated in public, boys as well as girls. Morals deteriorated more and more, it was no longer necessary to pretend to be a ghost. Men and women fucked in public, without worrying about spectators or modesty. Husbands locked their doors at night if they honored and protected their wives, but there were not many of them. Only rarely did the husband wake up and chase the ghost away, who would come back after a while and fuck the woman again. Sexuality was public, free, and no longer anything special.

Min turned 12, she turned 13, and the old prince, her father, still made no move to deflower her according to custom. When she was 14, her father became painfully aware of his duty and commissioned his eldest son from his first marriage to deflower Princess Min.

The half‐brother was already 30 and married, but he obeyed his father, the prince. He spoke kindly and seriously to the girl Min and prepared her for it. Min already knew about it, of course, but it was so nice and intimate to talk to her big brother about defloration and fucking, the clit and the cock. She hid her disappointment that he only wanted to fulfill his fatherly duty and did not want to take her as his wife. But she prepared her bedroom carefully, new bedclothes and lots of candles to light up her first night with a man. Then she led her brother by the hand into her bedroom and let her dress fall.

She undressed him and saw how his cock stiffened; just the sight of the beautiful naked girl excited him without them having spoken a single word. She was very slim, her breasts were still small like a virgin and her pubic area was still completely hairless, she wouldn't have pubic hair for the rest of her life. Her pussy looked as untouched and touching as a ten‐year‐old's pussy. He hugged her warmly and whispered that he would be very careful. Min smiled gratefully and lay down on the bed, pulling him along. He actually penetrated carefully and Min only felt a little prick. He penetrated very deeply until his cock touched her cervix. "Now you are a real woman and I want to fuck you properly," he breathed and she whispered, "Yes, just squirt inside, I'm still too young to conceive!" He was a practiced fucker and fucked her slowly, increasing the pace. She got hotter and hotter, but she couldn't trigger the orgasm in all the agitation. He restrained up after 15 minutes. "I have to squirt now, little sister," he gasped and she nodded. He squirted wonderfully and she felt every jet that splashed into her vagina. He held her in his arms afterwards and kissed her cheek. "That was wonderful, little sister, and I will keep that in my heart!" They whispered for a while, but he shook his head. "I'm married, little Min, I love my wife with all my heart. She agreed when our father ordered me to do it in her presence. I belong to her, please don't be sad about that. I will report to our father and he will make sure that you always get a good man to fuck!" So they parted and Min cried into her pillow.

The father, the prince, actually made sure that Min hardly slept alone for a night. He always had state guests and put them with Min. She got to know a lot of men, most of whom weren't really good at fucking. But above all, when the prince wanted to reward one of his officers, she got a good man to fuck. Of course, she had to report to her father at least after the night with one of his state guests. Her father listened with a straight face; the political side was important to him, but the sexual side was of little interest to him. Nevertheless, Min never felt like a royal whore; she fucked for her father's sake. She served her father like this for 5 years, night after night she fucked everyone he sent to her. But at 19 she fell madly in love.

At 19, she was no longer a small child, she had even lain in the old storyteller's lap several times and let him squirt a bit in her pussy, completely impressed by his silky‐soft fingers on her clit. So one day she met an officer, their eyes met and her clit screamed with joy! She asked him to have tea in the garden. His name was Kai and he came as a liaison officer from the neighboring kingdom of Xin. He would only stay for three months, he said with regret. After the intense conversation, she asked him if he would be sleeping with his wife that night? Kai smiled, he was not married and was sleeping with some girl from the court like all the other officers. All officers had a woman like that to fuck every night and no one expected more. Min was an educated, intelligent woman and took her fate into her own hands. She led Kai to her bedroom.

It was the most beautiful night as a woman so far. Kai was athletic and sporty and she had her first orgasm while fucking. Later she had another, and so she made her decision. She spent 3 months every night with Kai, who proved to be not only a good and considerate fucker, but also an educated, equal partner. After 3 months she went with him before the prince, her father, and asked to accompany Kai to the kingdom of Xin. Her father knew that Kai would be a general in Xin, but he was not a particularly good match politically and financially. Min remained stubborn, she would go with Kai and she was sorry that she would not be a princess who would marry well, as far as her prince was concerned. But as a father he could only give her his blessing, no other option, she said firmly. She got his blessing.

The king of Xin was an old, bitter man who had not had good experiences with the military. His wife had run off with a young officer after 20 years of boredom. So it came to pass that he forbade General Kai from marrying the foreign princess. Kai laughed about it, he didn't care whether he was allowed to marry or not. Min lived with him, he didn't want anything more. They loved each other with all their hearts and that was enough for them. They both despised the grumpy old king.

Kai gave her a special present. A Japanese tattoo artist was to tattoo her back. Min was moved by his love for her and immediately agreed. Kai initially sat next to her while she lay naked on the tattoo artist's assistant and the master painfully worked on her back. To distract her from the pain, the assistant pushed his cock into her pussy and kept his erection for 3 or 4 hours. Min was confused and amazed at first, but Kai wanted to get her tattooed and that was part of it. The fact that the assistant fucked her while doing it didn't bother him at all. Min had already fucked hundreds of men, but this fucking while tattooing was something very special.

The assistant's cock was misshapen, but as soon as it was in her pussy, it felt wonderful, it filled her pussy stiff and wonderful. Whatever the reason, he was able to fuck her slowly from orgasm to orgasm for three or four hours without stopping. She lay motionless on the assistant, who did all the fucking himself. She lay naked on the assistant and let herself be fucked from orgasm to orgasm, so she felt very little of the pain. She smiled, because she had never experienced a man with such steadfastness. Kai held her hand and smiled at her very sweetly when he sat next to her and she came from orgasm to orgasm, he was happy for her.

The tattooing took half a year. Every day Min lay naked on the assistant, every day she happily inserted the assistant's cock into her pussy hole and let herself be tattooed and fucked. After three or four hours the assistant could no longer hold back, he grabbed her hips and squirted, panting. She stayed lying on the assistant because now the tattoo master always mounted her from behind, he fucked her very gently because he was already an old man, he stroked the dragon and squirted from behind. It went on like that every day.

The tattoo covered her entire back, from her hairline to her heels. A jet‐black dragon bit her neck in highly excited ecstasy during mating. The claws and paws clung to her back at the moment of ejaculation. Only his cock was fiery red and stuck in her pussy, spurting. This was one of the most difficult parts, the tattoo artist fucked Min himself for several days and rubbed her clit from orgasm to orgasm with a connoisseur's eye to determine the position of the dragon's human shaped cock. Min screamed with lust as the two Japanese men fucked her in fast turns. But the tattoo artist found the right places, stabbing the dragon's cock into her asscheeks, her labia, her clit and the foreskin of the clit with cardinal red ink. Tattooing the clit was very, very painful, even though the assistant was masturbating the clit vigorously at the same time. One day the painting was finished. Kai almost lost his breath, the image was so vivid. Whenever Min took a step, the dragon fucked her from behind and his fiery red cock spurted into her pussy. Only a few people saw the masterpiece and hardly anyone knew later that her nickname 'Black Dragon Lady' did not come from her black cape with the golden dragon.

Min was able to enjoy her happiness with Kai for 5 years. Kai was fed up with the king's bad government and was easily seduced by the revolutionaries. One day he left his place and disappeared with Min. Min had been preoccupied with the demands of the revolution and encouraged Kai. The old king ruled badly and very brutally. It was right that the people rose up. She lived the soldier's life in the tent, for three years they traveled around and attacked the royals whenever the opportunity arose. Min went to the river every morning and presented her dragon on her back to the soldiers who sat on the bank and masturbated at the sight of her dragon. She washed herself thoroughly so that the dragon could fuck her thoroughly. She looked back over her shoulder to see the men splashing into the river in high arcs, over and over again. Then she went back into the tent with a satisfied smile. Kai smiled too, it was a welcome entertainment for his men. Min was physically faithful to him, just as he was to her. When his men went through a village and raped all the girls and women, he himself did not join in. The two loved each other very much. Then they were captured.

Before sunrise, the royals had raided their camp, wounded a few of their men, and captured Kai and Min. The imperials rode all day long, with the two prisoners in their midst. They stopped at a safe place. For days they debated whether or not to hand General Kai over to the king. But the others won. Kai was forced to his knees in the square at the crack of dawn. He was allowed to say goodbye to his wife. They were both tied up and could not embrace, only a final kiss was all they could do. Then Kai had to kneel. The captain raised his sword, Kai's own sword, and cut off his head. Min screamed like a madwoman, but no miracle happened, the gods cowardly stayed out of duty. Kai's head lay at her feet, his empty eyes looking into the distant future and his lips smiling. Perhaps he had seen into the future and was proud of his wife.

Min sat in the corner with a stony face. Night fell, she called for one of the guards, he had to untie one of her hands, yes, absolutely. It was a woman's thing, said Min slyly. The good man did not want to do anything wrong and untied one hand. He turned away, it was a woman's thing. Min wrapped the rope on her other hand around his neck and strangled him. She cut herself free with his dagger, took his naked sword and disappeared silently into the darkness.

Like a ghost, she appeared next to the soldiers at night and cut their throats silently. When there was no one left to guard, she killed all the sleeping people. One moment of carelessness and all 40 royals lay dead. Min looked for the leader, took Kai's valuable sword and his black cape with the embroidered golden dragon from him and looked for Kai's body. She dug a grave and covered it with stones. Now she could cry, and she cried for her lover, for her husband. She ran through the forest and didn't look back. Four weeks later she reached the men and told them everything. Of course, the news that 40 murdered royals had been found had long since made the rounds, and there was no better reason for her respect. She sat with them at the campfire and just listened. Of course, the question was who would lead them. On the third evening she got up and went to the middle, to the fire. "I will lead you," she said quietly and wrapped herself in the black cape that she wore from then on and which became her trademark. Immediately it became quiet, dead quiet. "I will lead you!" she repeated a little louder. No one moved. Then someone shouted very loudly, "Long live our leader, Princess Min!" and all hell broke loose. The men lifted her onto their shoulders and carried her around the campfire.

So it came about that Min led the men cleverly, skillfully and deceitfully, and the king lost team after team. The revolutionaries harassed the capital City, led by a woman. They called the woman in the capital the "Black Dragon Lady" because she always wore a black cloak with an embroidered golden dragon. She was tough, brutal and clever. No trap, no matter how cunning, sprung shut, no attack succeeded because the revolutionaries had moved into a better position in time. The desperate king called the emperor for help. The old emperor Wu Tschün half‐heartedly sent a few troops, but nothing more. Min sent a message to the emperor, saying that she had no quarrel with him, she would only get rid of the old king. Period.

Of course the emperor did not answer. "Princess Min, the Black Dragon Lady"? Who is that supposed to be? Annoyed, he threw the message away. Min waited four weeks, then she marched towards the capital with 750 thousand men; no one could stop her. She had the army camped outside the gates of the imperial city of Guan'ang. At night she set out with three skillful fighters. They knocked out the guards where necessary, but they didn't kill anyone. That's how Min got into the imperial palace. Trembling guards showed them the way before they were knocked out. Min got to the innermost chamber, to the emperor's bedroom. But the emperor wasn't there.

Min looked out of her hiding place three times. That wasn't Emperor Wu Tschün, he was a boy and not a 70‐year‐old man fucking a pretty older woman. Min waited in her hiding place and agreed with her companions to wait until the end, then she would go herself. The companions grinned from ear to ear at Min's clear sexual hand gestures. They waited.

The young man fucked the woman very skillfully and squirted after 10 minutes. Min stepped silently in front of him. He and his woman looked at her in confusion. Min stepped in front of the naked youth and said, "I am Princess Min, they also call me the Black Dragon Lady. I came here to speak to Emperor Wu Tschün, face to face. I was sent here!" Before the youth could say anything, his girl stepped behind Min and raised a dagger, screaming. "The Black Dragon Lady! The Black Dragon Lady!" she screamed and jumped at Min. Min dodged, the dagger went into her shirt without touching her body. The screaming woman collapsed dead; one of Min's companions had thrown his knife into her back and pierced her heart.

The young man sank onto the pillows and wept speechlessly. He pointed to the dead woman. "That was my mother!" he whispered silently and wiped away his tears. Min took a step towards him. "I'm sorry, but these men are only defending me. I'm sorry about your mother, dear sir!" Min gave him a minute. "I've come to speak to the emperor, face to face." The young man stood up and straightened his back. "I am the emperor, Emperor Teng. My uncle, Emperor Wu Tschün, has been dead for two weeks; his wife had poisoned him. I have been chosen as the new emperor. I am Emperor Teng, Princess Min!" He spoke with such dignity that Min immediately bowed to the ground. "Greetings, Your Majesty! I was not prepared for this situation, I only wanted to clarify the situation with the Emperor, but he is now dead. I have no quarrel with you, Your Majesty!" said Min and bent down, touching the ground with her forehead. She looked at one of her companions and gave him a hand signal to take the dead woman away.

The Emperor thought about it. "Well, since you are already here and have killed my guards," here Min interrupted him rudely. "We have not killed a single person, Your Majesty, we have only knocked them unconscious. We came with a message, not with blood on our hands!" Emperor Teng told Min to sit down on a cushion. "Now that you have come peacefully, Princess Min, speak and explain your matter to me, I do not yet know anything about your matter." Min laid Kai's sword on the ground and sat down as ordered. Emperor Teng took the sword in his hand, drew it three centimeters from the scabbard and nodded with a knowing look. "A sword from the Three Horses Smith from Japan, I have one from him too. Well, what is it, Princess?" Min told him about the uprising against the old King of Xin, the reasons for the uprising and that her husband, General Kai, had become one of the leaders because he had taken the side of the people. He had been beheaded by the royals two years ago and since then she had led the army that was camped outside the city gates. "I wanted to talk to the former emperor about that."

She spoke to the young emperor for over two hours. He didn't shed a tear for his mother. She had taken him to her bed at 12 and taught him how to fuck. Now he was 28 and she just wouldn't let him go. He had never fucked another woman in his life and since he was emperor she ruled as if he were her ward. That would never have worked out, said Emperor Teng.

They agreed on a peaceful solution. The emperor would recall the king, first through a diplomat or 12 hours later through an assassin. Min should withdraw her troops and send them home, the people could name him a new king, however they chose him. The emperor rummaged through a jewel box. He gave Min a gold brooch and asked her to come back in 6 weeks and use the brooch to identify herself. If she wanted to continue talking to him, otherwise she didn't need to come back. Min thought for a few moments. "Give me 8 weeks, Your Majesty, I have to choose a king, disband the troops and decide whether I want to talk to you again. Would you agree to that?" Emperor Teng bowed slightly. "As you command, Princess, I wish you success in all these things. I expect you in 8 weeks to the day!"

Min returned to Xin. A popular, educated man was chosen as king and the emperor was informed of this. The old king, who of course did not want to abdicate despite the emperor's request, was buried three days later without any pomp and his family was allowed into exile unscathed. Min let the troops go home, they had won. Many of the revolutionaries wanted to serve in the army under the new king. Min said goodbye to everyone and disappeared one morning.

Emperor Teng waited for the princess on the agreed day. She showed the guards the brooch and was let through without any problems. The emperor pointed to the chair and Min sat down. She had dressed up, bathed, perfumed and put on elaborate make‐up. She was no longer a general, she was a princess from a distant land. Emperor Teng cleared his throat. "You have chosen a new king, princess, now there is peace in the kingdom of Xin. You have sent the troops home, a wise decision. Life in the kingdom can be worth living again. But what about you? What will happen next?" Min smiled, she had been looking for the answer to this question for weeks. "I buried my husband with my own hands two years ago. Since that day I have not had a man, I have not fucked anyone. It is time to follow a new man, I am only 27 and I am fed up with being a widow." Min knew how overwhelming her smile could be. She smiled overwhelmingly.

Min raised her head. "You wanted me to return. Here I am, bringing back your brooch. If I am to stay longer, you must assign me a room before I return to Xin." Emperor Teng ordered lemonade and fruit, then chased the servants out. "Yes, I wanted to talk to you, Princess. I wanted to get to know you and speak to you in private. I sent everyone away so that we could talk freely and undisturbed." The emperor let a minister in every hour, with whom he spoke for 5 minutes while Min freshened up and the servants brought lemonade and fruit. Then the emperor chased the servants away and devoted himself only to Min.

He told how his mother brought him into her clutches. Every evening she took his little boy's cock in her mouth and sucked it until it was completely stiff and throbbed violently, which he loved immensely. After that she rubbed his cock for a long time, even though he couldn't squirt at the time. She sucked and rubbed him every night until he was finally able to squirt after years. She let him squirt in her mouth for many days until he could squirt really well. Now he could fuck her whenever he wanted. The emperor blushed when he admitted that during puberty he had mounted her a dozen or more times a day, but she went along with it, smiling. He was gradually growing up and wanted a wife, but his mother prevented it. After a long time she allowed him to fuck one or two of the servants a little in her presence, she inserted his cock into the servant's pussy hole and left her hand there to check the progress. After a few minutes of fucking, however, he had to mount his mother, fuck her and complete the act. Now more often did she miss the moment and let him squirt into the servant's cunthole with an ugly smile. Now he was finally allowed to fuck the servants, and of course he continued to fuck the mother, she insisted. In the last few years he had fucked all the servants in the palace from start to finish, most of them several times. Min looked down at the floor. It was clear to him that his mother was watching him like a mother hen and wanted to co‐rule for at least a while. He had had his uncle's wife and son beheaded because he could not tolerate the murder of an emperor. But he couldn't break away from his mother on his own.

Min told him everything too. About masturbation, which she had learned from observing the storyteller and which she still needs every night. She told him about her half‐brother, who had deflowered her like a gentleman when she was 14. Her father, who sent a state guest or one of his officers to fuck her every evening. General Kai, whom she had followed to the Kingdom of Xin and lived with him as his wife. The Japanese tattoo and the hours of fucking with the assistant and, after he had squirted, with his master. Emperor Teng interrupted, she had to tell him in detail about the tattooing, which had taken six months. He wanted to see it right away, but she just said "later". Their time together in the uprising, the exhibitionistic display of the naked dragon for the soldiers. Emperor Teng slapped his thighs with laughter, "I have to see the dragon!" Min nodded and said "Later, Your Majesty!" She told of her capture and Kai's death. Her revenge on the royals. Her escape through the forest. How she became the leader. And that she hadn't fucked anyone since Kai's death.

Min stood up. "I will show you my dragon if you show me your dragon." Teng needed seconds to understand. He nodded and Min let her dress slide to the floor. She stood naked in front of him and he almost forgot that it was his turn. Min helped him out of his robes, they were both naked now. She tapped his chest so that he sank onto the sofa. She smiled as she looked at his cock, it was a beautiful, quite usable piece. Then she turned around and took a few steps. The emperor let out a sound of astonishment. The dragon moved and fucked Min from behind! Min leaned over and touched his cock with her index finger. It rose up and she nodded in satisfaction. She picked up her dress and got dressed. "Shall we continue tomorrow, Your Majesty?" she asked, then he let her go.

The next few days they talked for hours about the things that were important to them. Min was able to make it clear to him that as emperor he had to do everything to prevent the people from rebelling. On the condition that no violence was used. The emperor was now better informed about the functions of his council and the local chairmen. Of course Min's idea came into conflict with the rampant corruption. He would abolish it, he told Min, but it would take a long time and cost many tears. Min nodded, "I know, that's why someone has to tackle it and take the first step. And then another two steps and only half a step back." Teng nodded in agreement.

Min had no problem showing him her dragon every day. He was not allowed to touch her, even though they were both naked. Or only on a reciprocal basis. She lifted one leg and showed him the dragon's fiery red tail, which was squirting into her pussy. She showed him that when she made the clit became erect in excitement, the tip of the cock was visible. The Japanese master had tattooed a three‐dimensional hole, like a man's cock, on the fiery red clit with black ink. Min laughed as Teng rubbed her clit with his fingers and revealed the hole. "It just can't squirt properly, the dragon's cock! But when I walk, I feel it squirting into my pussy with every step. It's the best gift my husband has given me!"

Now she touched his glans, as it was mutual. His cock became stiff, after a while the emperor gasped and squirted over her hand. "My mother did that too, for years." Min nodded, it was okay. In the third week, Emperor Teng asked that it was nice to squirt every day, but he wanted to fuck. Min sat up abruptly. "I'm not one of those! I want to fuck too, Your Majesty, but I want to be an honorable woman and not a cheap or expensive whore. Don't get me wrong, Your Majesty! I fucked my husband because he was my husband. Do you honestly want to fuck me?" Emperor Teng withdrew. "That should be well thought out!" he said and did not go any further. "I want to be an honest, chaste woman, Your Majesty, please accept that. I want to be a wife, not a mistress."

They spent another 3 weeks talking and lying naked next to each other and touching each other, mutually agreeing to masturbate. He was allowed to rub her clit until the inked hole was visible and her thighs trembled in orgasm. In return, she was allowed to rub his cock really hard with her fist until he squirted onto her hand. But they didn't go any further, they just masturbated each other.

Emperor Teng hugged Min after he had ejaculated. "Would you like to be my wife, Princess Min?" he asked and she looked into his eyes. He was serious. "You are the opposite of all the women I know who live at my court. You are educated and clever, so clever that I will ask you for advice when you are my empress. You are as beautiful as a cut diamond from India, whose beauty dazzles the eye. And you are an experienced woman in sexual terms, who puts decency and strength above desire and longing. I want you as my empress!"

Min had achieved more than she had set out to do. She would have loved to become the emperor's mistress if he had simply ordered it, but his character was pure, purer than what his mother would have made of him. Min hugged him and kissed him on the mouth. "I want to be your wife, your empress. I want to love you, my husband, as long as we live and not give myself to anyone else unless you expressly order it. I want to work at your side to ensure the well‐being of the people as far as our strength allows. I want to bear you children, many, many children."

The emperor ordered the wedding and coronation to be prepared in 10 days. The master of ceremonies tore his hair; a year of preparation was necessary! The emperor smiled, "10 days, and you've just wasted the first half of the day!" The master of ceremonies ran as if his head depended on it. The old imperial palace came to life again, everyone was running, hurrying and shouting at each other. The emperor invited all the kings, in 10 days. Even if they had to ride day and night, in 10 days!

Min was the picture of calm. She didn't let the maids and seamstresses rush her or drive her, and she certainly didn't let them make her nervous. She chose the fabrics and jewelry in all calmness, and that went without any startled cackling. Most people at court were amazed at the emperor's choice. There were so many pretty, clever and fuck‐ready noble girls with womanly inviting hips! Why an unknown woman, a princess from the lower nobility of a tiny and insignificant kingdom!? Only the king of Xin, who had fought at Min's side for years, grinned from ear to ear. "I will lead you, she had said, remember? This is our Princess Min, she will tell you the way!" He slapped his thighs and laughed. "The Emperor is getting a real jewel as his wife. I hope he remembers that when he wants to contradict her. Because if he is careless, his kitten will become a tigress!" He was, damn it, very happy about Min's good fortune! She deserved it! He went to the goldsmith's workshop to see the progress of his wedding gift.

Min drank tea with the Emperor like every day. They refrained from cuddling naked because he let her in on all government business. He was serious about making her his co‐regent without any formalities. She had learned a lot in the uprising, she was an old soldier. She knew how important diplomacy and long‐term planning were and how unimportant and pointless armed battles were. She had an unerring instinct to recognize the lies of the courtiers and ministers. She was not only clever, but also cunning, and easily unraveled the cunning of others. The emperor knew that he had struck lucky and that he had to continue and increase his luck. He prayed and spoke to the gods, he thanked them daily and left the candle on their altar burning day and night. In the past he had not been someone who thought much of the gods, but he could not deny that the gods loved him. Because of this deep feeling, he rejected every temptation to do dirty, filthy business. He wanted to be an upright, honest and proud emperor and had no need to succumb to temptations.

The bride and groom exchanged their marriage vows quietly, audible only to the two of them. The emperor raised his voice and crowned Min his empress. The festival lasted for three days and nights, the emperor was not stingy and spoiled the people with food and drink. There were jugglers, magicians and plays, all put on in 10 days. The women let themselves be fucked more or less publicly, by anyone who wanted to fuck them. That was always the case at such big festivals, every woman was triumphantly proud when she let herself be fucked in front of everyone. The ambassador of Nihon, the Japanese emperor, brought two Chinese‐style swords, made by the three‐horse smith, as a gift. The "Great Lightning from the Storm" and its smaller counterpart "The Small Lightning from the Storm", since it was known that the empress was a swordswoman. Both were excellent masterpieces.

Min took the Big Lightning in her hand and swung it. "That fits me. How does the Small Lightning fit you, Teng, my love?" Min laughed happily, it was just a joke. The gift from the King of Xin was admired by all. It was a 100 kg gilded image of the copulating dragon, which the king had admired hundreds of times on Min's back. The young empress blushed when it was unveiled. Of course, Emperor Teng recognized the dragon too, for everyone else it was simply a dragon in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Emperor Teng had it set up in the middle of the large marble hall.

Min could cry with happiness. Teng turned out to be a good lover, she had suspected that from the beginning. Every time she had made him squirt so far, she thought that. He could squirt so wonderfully. Now he took her in his arms and fucked her lovingly. When he was cocky, he would fuck her from behind in the doggy position and growl, "Now! Now your dragon is going to squirt!" and they both had to laugh afterwards. They really only fucked for pleasure, because Empress Min never got pregnant. When she was in her mid‐40s, she realized this. She had a hall built where up to 400 orphans could eat and sleep. She believed that the children could not help being parentless. It was these small steps that made the emperor and empress very popular.

Empress Min was an excellent politician. Within the first three years, the bribes, the corrupt and the underhanded disappeared from the palace without her having to have a single one killed. They were replaced by good, reliable people. The emperor benefited from this, he could concentrate on moving forward and not waste valuable time on the unworthy. But nothing escaped Min. Teng was faithful to her, but after such a long time his eyes wandered more and more often to the young girl's breasts and hips. Min herself had no such desires and she loved Teng with all her heart. She had an extension built right next to their sleeping quarters. Teng asked about it and she replied that she was having a women's home built. She didn't say anything more.

The women's home was ready. Min told Teng that today there would be dinner in the women's home, to mark the opening. Emperor Teng walked through the women's home in amazement. "There are 40 rooms!" Teng exclaimed. Min smiled, "I won't allow you more than 40!" and the poor guy didn't understand anything. "What, what, allow 40? What do you mean?" Min put on her smile, which the foreign diplomats hated like the plague, because this smile was her death sentence. She smiled gently. "40 concubines at the same time, my love, I won't allow you more than that!" Now Teng smiled like a caught schoolboy. "40 concubines? For fucking?" and Min nodded, seriously this time. Teng didn't ask any more questions, they came to the main room. There was already a person sitting at the table.

Emperor Teng was really surprised. That was the pretty girl he had been staring at for days. How could...? Of course, Min didn't miss anything important. Min said quietly to him that the girl is already 13 and still a virgin, she had bought the deflowering from her father. Her name was Wi Ju and she was very charming, but the girl had obviously already had a taste of red wine. The three of them had dinner, the emperor tried to have a conversation with Wi Ju, but the girl was still too young for a serious conversation, she giggled quite a lot. Min whispered to Teng, "The three of us are going to bed, you will deflower her and fuck her, because I can feel your desire. Whether you want to fuck me afterwards is not up to me. You decide how long she stays in the women's home, one night or a year. That's what I decided and it's a good decision!"

The three of them lay down on the mat. The girl Wi Ju was slightly drunk and very excited. Min asked her if she wanted to be made a woman herself. The girl smiled with shining eyes. "Yes, of course! I've been getting on Dad's nerves about it for months and he said it would happen this year, before I'm 14! And I'm 14 in a month." Min and Teng smiled and both hugged the child. Then Min let go and left it to him to turn the girl on. It didn't take much, she wanted it herself and the red wine wanted it too, absolutely. Teng lay on top of the girl and Min grabbed his cock, she pushed it in and tore the hymen. She felt exactly how the hymen was stretching and pushed Teng's cock through the hymen with a firm jerk. Wi Ju let out a quiet squeak, but it didn't seem to really hurt her. Teng's cock pushed forward and only now did Min take her hand away.

Teng felt Min's hand, she grabbed his cock firmly and guided his cock. He saw that Min had bent down and was now thrusting his cock forward. Of course he felt the hymen tighten. Min thrust his cock forward with a quick jerk and the hymen tore. He thrust deeper and Min let go of his cock. The girl's pussy hole was not as tight as he had expected, Min's hole was much tighter and stronger. But it felt damn good inside. Wi Ju closed her eyes as Teng began to thrust. He thrust and thrust for a good 15 minutes, then he felt the squirt rising in his loins. He pulled his cock all the way out and squirted his semen over the girl's pubic area. His eyes met Min's. She understood very well that it was difficult for him, but he did not want to father a bastard with a child.

He laid his face on Min's breasts and gasped for breath. "It was nice," he whispered with difficulty, "You can go to your room, Wi Ju, you are a real woman now!" Wi Ju walked silently. The emperor lay on Min's chest for about ten minutes. "You saw the wild animal in my eyes, my lady, and you fed him until he was full!" Min smiled and stroked the hair on his neck lovingly. "I will always feed the wild animal, my lord and master, so that he does not eat small children!" she said quietly. "It only hurts a little when your own husband fucks someone else. But I can deal with that."

Emperor Teng was a good emperor, a good husband and a fair man. The next day, Min was very surprised when a tall soldier approached them after dinner. "You know what is expected of you!?" asked the emperor and the giant bowed, his forehead touching the ground. "Yes, my lord, your majesty! I am to fuck the empress so that the stars sparkle in her eyes, your majesty!" The soldier sat up. "That's more or less what my captain ordered! The thing with the stars!" The emperor nodded in satisfaction and told him to undress. Min, who had been watching this in silence, opened her eyes wide. The young man had a very big cock, a really very big one! The emperor took off her cloak. The soldier's cock twitched when he saw the empress's beautiful, full breasts. Min didn't bat an eyelid, that was Teng's show. She slid back, her head slid onto a silk pillow. The soldier answered that his name was Cheng, then he carefully lay down on top of the empress. She reached between her thighs with practice and guided the giant's cock into the entrance to her cunt. She had done it a thousand times, she thought and smiled at Teng. "Your revenge is sweet and fair, my love!" she breathed and concentrated on fucking.

The guy's cock filled her pussy hole completely, she felt his glans at her cervix. He was not a sophisticated fucker, he thrust and thrust and Min concentrated on letting her orgasm break out. A small scream escaped her throat, she looked triumphantly into Teng's eyes and savored the orgasm to the full. Cheng continued to fuck, the orgasm did not stop him from thrusting like a bull. Min remained at a high level of excitement after the strong orgasm and had one small orgasm after the other. "I have to squirt now, Your Majesty," gasped Cheng and the emperor nodded, "Yes, of course, finish her off!" Cheng grabbed Min's hips even tighter and half sat up. He squirted with a roar and sank onto the empress. He rolled onto her side and gasped for air. The Emperor stroked Min's hand. "Have you seen the stars, my lady?" he asked gently and she nodded. "Yes, all the stars of your empire," she added, "all of them!"

This was very fruitful for their love life. They fucked every night like newly‐in‐love couples, but neither of them told in advance when they would receive a virgin or an officer as a gift. Emperor Teng became a very good ruler, he had a clear head during the day and didn't waste too much time staring at girls. Min interpreted his glances reliably and led the girl to him. Only rarely were it virgins that Min deflowered with a quick jerk of her hand, often it was the newlywed wives who caught his eye. Not a single one could resist the empress's wish. Min knew how much the shy, the chaste, the reserved attracted him. Nevertheless, these wives were not whores, they lowered their eyes, because it was infidelity, they all knew that. They were obliged to be faithful to their new husband, and fornication remained fornication. But it was a great honor to be fucked by the emperor. During these adventures, Teng fathered many bastards who grew up splendidly in noble families.

Min was not unhappy, because her husband always returned the favor with a strongloined lover. Neither of them ever cheated, because they sat next to each other when he or she was fucked. It was a beautiful, calm time. The two ruled the country with a firm, kind hand, and the economy and trade flourished. These 10 years of Emperor Teng's reign were rightly praised as a golden age.

But the Norns were angry, nothing was more annoying than a kind, beloved emperor! So they tore the thread of Emperor Teng's life apart, full of anger. One morning he collapsed after breakfast. Even before the court doctor arrived, Min knew that her lover had been poisoned. It happened very quickly, less than a quarter of an hour later the emperor was dead. Min held the dead emperor's head motionless in her lap for about 20 minutes. The film of the beautiful 10 years as empress at the side of Emperor Teng played before her inner eye. No, she would not cry until she had atoned for the high treason. She looked up and ordered the palace to be hermetically sealed and the best police detectives to be called.

The empress was wearing a light dress and had put a snow‐white scarf over her hair as a sign of her mourning when the detectives entered the marble hall. She looked the eight men in the eye, her gaze sliding from one to the other. "One of you shall be the leader," she demanded in a firm voice. Everyone looked at an old, white‐haired man at the same time. He then stepped forward and bowed deeply. "Chang is my name, Your Majesty," he said in a clear voice, "we will find those responsible and will not close an eye until we have him or her." Min nodded with relief. "Master Chang, I place the responsibility in your hands. Do whatever is necessary, you have free rein. Don't take rank and name into consideration, because it was probably a high‐ranking person who cowardly had my husband and your emperor murdered." Old Mr. Chang bowed to the ground.

Chang gave his orders and assigned each detective a task. He went back to the Empress, he wanted to interrogate her personally. Min raised an eyebrow. "No consideration of rank or name," whispered the old detective. Min relaxed, of course. Chang meticulously questioned the Empress about the Emperor's last hours. Min said that the three of them had spent the night with the young wife of a courtier, that morning they had breakfasted together, then the Emperor had collapsed. Chang wanted to know exactly how the threesome had come about. Min had spoken to the young husband himself and he was shocked at first, but then agreed, it was the highest honor after all. No, Min did not have the impression that the husband bore a grudge. His wife was also frightened and shy at first because they had only recently married. She was a chaste wife, but not inexperienced. Chang raised his head questioningly. "She was active from the beginning," said Min, "she quickly gave up her shyness and reserved nature and just wanted good sex." said Min. "She fucked the emperor very skillfully and masterfully, not as clumsily as a virgin. And when the emperor needed a break after the first fuck, she fucked me clit to clit." Chang raised his head. "Not many women have sex with other women, but she was one who did it quite naturally. After all, I wanted it too." Chang shrugged his shoulders. "You do it like that with everyone, Your Majesty?" he asked. "With most experienced girls, yes. With inexperienced ones, never." Min answered. Chang wanted to know everything in detail. How they lay while sleeping, who was with whom. Min had fallen asleep in the emperor's arms, as always, after masturbating. Chang's head jerked again. "I masturbate every night before I fall asleep, Master Chang!" said Min in a firm voice. "The emperor will hold me lovingly in his arms until I've finished." Min held back her tears and Chang looked out the window, he didn't want to see the crying. Min described in detail how they woke up and got dressed, then the emperor told the servant that they would be ready for breakfast in 5 minutes. Min had to describe every move, every bite of breakfast. How the emperor grabbed his neck and fell off his chair. The white foam at the mouth. How their mutual lover ran to the door and raised the alarm. Chang nodded contentedly. He said goodbye with a deep bow. Min stayed seated. She was 34, a widow and the empress. She had to decide where to go.

Min had called the great council. "I am the empress and I will take over all official duties from now on. There have been many empresses before me, so don't look so sad! I am currently having the murder of Emperor Teng, my dear husband, investigated and every stone is being turned over. I tell you and you tell your people, everyone must be ready for the investigation, no arguments! And then one more thing." Min paused for effect and paced up and down in front of the throne.

"I know very well that deep in your heart you want an emperor. And you shall get one. As a widow, I will take three months of mourning, after which I will look for a husband and perhaps an emperor among your sons. Do not send sons with gouty fingers or criminal faces, we have enough of those here. But you have my word." Min walked up and down again and stopped.

"I will bury my husband, our emperor, in 12 days. Come in large numbers, bring your loved ones, your whole people. Emperor Teng deserves it." Min paused; she would not burst into tears here, in front of the assembled council. One stood up. "Dear Empress, Your Majesty! We have learned to love you at the side of our Emperor, we are unanimous in our opinion to accept you unconditionally as our ruler. And yes, we will send you our best sons for the interview because we are happy to obey you and your orders. And don't worry, Empress Tschü ruled for almost 60 years, we know that and wish you an equally long and respected reign!" All the councilors drummed their fists on the table in applause.

Emperor Teng was ceremoniously carried to his grave, hundreds of thousands of people were there to give the kind ruler a dignified farewell. At the end of the funeral, a hundred thousand throats cried out, "Long live Empress Min!"

Min was sleeping in the arms of her favorite maid and best friend. She gave her the warmth and closeness that every grieving person needs, but also the sexual attention that makes you forget the misfortune for a moment. Neither the maid nor Min were lesbians, but they masturbated each other lovingly and fucked each other's clit to the point of madness. For the next four months, no man entered her bedroom; she only slept in her maid's arms. Master Chang came to her, he had a result.

He had imprisoned 11 people, from the bribed cook to the murderous client. The nobleman, who was not unknown but a marginal figure at court, made a full confession. He had harbored a deep‐seated grudge against Teng, who was not yet emperor at the time, for 20 years. Teng had beaten him terribly at the time because he had repeatedly fucked and dishonored Teng's mother against her will. The council met and sentenced all 11 to death.

Empress Min sat with a motionless face in front of the podium where the 11 were to be beheaded. The executioner's arm became heavy; he had already beheaded 10 in a row. Only the main culprit remained. The empress stood up and climbed onto the podium. She took the sword from the executioner's hand, put the murderer's head on the executioner's block and cut it off. Then she returned to her seat completely calmly. The injustice was atoned for.

After 4 months, Min took off her mourning veil and received the sons of the nobility. Everyone was given the same chance to convince her over dinner and then during sex. Some only stayed one night, others for days. She kept a 20‐year‐old for 10 nights; he was educated and clever and made her blood boil when he fucked her. Min was already on the verge of marrying the handsome guy and making him emperor when she heard things that she didn't want to believe at first, but she had them investigated thoroughly and chased him to hell.

It was still a good decision. She was in no hurry to get married and share power. She was only 34 and had a great desire to fuck and be fucked. The court, the nobility and the patricians sent their sons to fuck her and she welcomed them all. She loved small, medium and large cocks. Size was rarely decisive, fucking was an art that only a few masters knew. She remembered the names of these masters so that she could invite them to fuck again and again under flimsy excuses. The fucking did her damn good. Very good, in fact.

Despite all her diplomacy and expensive gifts, Empress Min could not prevent the Han from the north from seeking war and attacking in the 6th year of her reign. The initial shock only lasted a moment, then she threw her army at the Han. Good thing she had fucked many officers over time! She gave an encouraging speech and looked these officers in the eye. They also went into battle with her in mind. After 4 weeks, the Han army was wiped out and the Empress ordered the ordinary soldiers to be let go and only the officers to be taken prisoner. Then she sent her best diplomats and negotiators to the defeated Han Kingdom. She had given them a clear framework.

During the war, the Empress had no man in her bed for a month; the maid slept with her and warmed her heart, soul and clit. Then she received the victorious generals, they were publicly praised and richly rewarded. She dismissed the public and remained alone with the proud warriors. She said she would give each of them a night of love and they should step forward. About 30 stepped forward, about 15 did not. She walked down the line of the 15, they were all old, tired men. She gave each of them a beaming smile and shook their hands. Two were still young, but when asked they said they didn't care about women. They still received a beaming smile and a warm handshake. Then she walked down the line of the 30 and examined them superficially. One raised his hand and said his friend would be standing here next to him if he weren't in the hospital. "Did he fight bravely?" asked the empress and the general nodded emphatically, "just as bravely as everyone here!" She sent word to the injured man that he should claim his reward when he was back on his feet. She told everyone that they should agree among themselves who would come to her for dinner that evening. Min was of course aware that they would get it from any whore in the city, but she firmly believed that fucking the empress would be something special, and she was right. The 30 warriors got their special reward.

The Empress examined the captured officers in the dungeon. She ordered the chief dungeon master to come to her. The sick and seriously injured were to be executed the next day. The dungeon master was to send her the strongest one to dinner every evening.

Min received the prisoner in a friendly manner and had him dictate a farewell letter to his loved ones to the clerk. They ate dinner peacefully, the Empress did not make small talk, but interrogated them in a friendly manner. If they did not want to answer, she took note of it. At the end she offered him one last night of love, almost all of them accepted the gift. Only a few were so dejected by their impending death that they did not want to fuck, she sent them straight to the executioner. She led the others to her bedroom. The condemned fucked like drowning men gasping for air. That was something very special, death inspired the officers to peak performance and Min was fucked harder than she had been for a long time. In the morning she sent him to the executioner. After a few weeks the dungeon was empty, she had fucked the warriors with full vigor and had them executed the next day.

Empress Min ruled for another 25 years, she was still looking for a husband and fucked the sons of the court, the nobility and the patricians. She grew older every year, but her lovers stayed young and really went all out when fucking the old woman, they all wanted to be emperors. Her favorite maid and best friend had died, she had warmed Min on every lonely night, loved and hugged her and masturbated her clit, like no other she could fuck Min with the clit on her clit until she was mad. In the early years, the servants would stand around her bed and watch as the maid rubbed her own clit vigorously until it stood out like a battle spur. The maid sought out Min's small clit and pressed her stiff, larger clit onto it. She fucked Min's clit like a man, hard and fast. Min screamed with lust before she climaxed and clung to her friend until the orgasm subsided. The maid kept going until she herself had a terribly strong orgasm. Min loved it, it was a good substitute for fucking men, even though neither of them were lesbians. Min gave her a funeral like a minister or a councilor.

Min became an old woman, she was 65 and let herself be fucked every night by the 13 to 18 year old noble boys. She preferred to be fucked by very young boys who had never fucked anyone other than their mother. All these boys were still lying with their mother and fucked her without stopping. The boys were curious and horny, they had to keep fucking over and over again to get all their semen out. They had always done that with their mothers and now did the same with the old empress. Min's pussy hole had become tighter over the years so that she could fully enjoy the cocks of the teenagers.

In recent years she had also found a young man whom she suggested to the council as her successor. She was very satisfied because he could fuck pretty well, but she was even more impressed by his character. The man was seriously examined and met with the council's approval. Everything was arranged, Min didn't want to leave a mess behind. The day before her death, she gave a speech to the council, it was a farewell speech. She knew that she had little time left and took stock of her 40 years as empress. She told the council about her life, it was a long, eventful life.

Decades, even centuries later, people were still talking about her, the good Empress Min.

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