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Sorry this took so long. As you can probably tell… I got a bit carried away.

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Before Claire’s mother’s was selected to be the God-Emperor’s wife, it wasn’t common for empresses to wear maid outfits. But ever since, it had become standard.

Claire had grown up watching the evolution of the outfit. In memory quartz recordings of her mother’s ‘coronation,’ Empress Veronica— then a simple maidservant of some hapless slut, sold off by her father to curry favor— it had been a modest, conservative dress, one that revealed hardly any skin and masked her mother’s voluptuous figure.

Since then, with the backing of the immortal emperor, Veronica had made innovative strides. Skirts shortened, necklines cut lower and lower, lace added to accentuate the wearer’s figure, and material sewn more and more sheer.

It was this maid outfit that Claire chose for her coronation. A short, frilly apron skirt that hardly extended past her thighs, barely hiding her translucent black thong, a slit cut out for easier access to her pussy. The neckline of her dress had evolved into nothing but a lacy lingerie, straining visibly to hold the heavy breasts she’d inherited from her mother.

“Claire, are you ready?” Empress Veronica poked her head into the dressing room and sized up her daughter. “You look stunning, dear.”

“You too, Mom.”

-

As the two of them walked through the halls, Claire slowed behind her mother’s pace.

“Is something the matter?”

“I… was just thinking… that it’s a bit sad, isn’t it?”

“That I’m about to die?” Veronica placed an arm around her daughter and pulled her close. “Don’t be like that. It’s my greatest pleasure to give my life to the emperor.”

Claire shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant. Isn’t it sad that our service has to end when our lives do?”

“That’s just how it is,” Veronica said. “Not everyone can live forever like the emperor.”

And with that, they opened the door, where their lord was waiting.

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The emperor was waiting for them in his ‘playroom,’ a throne room equipped a bed, torture devices, and weapons, all of which had the bloodstains cleaned from them less than a day earlier.

Veronica and Claire presented themselves to their lord. The emperor ignored his current wife and stroked Claire’s cheek.

“Are you ready for your coronation?”

“Yes, my lord! I’ve been waiting for this day my whole life!”

“I see you’ve trained her well.”

“Only the best for you, my love,” Veronica said. As she undoes the emperor’s pants and pressed her cheek to his cock, she sighed. “Thank you for having me as your empress all these years. It’s my honor to finally give my life for your pleasure.”

The emperor said nothing, but gently stroked her hair. Though their time together was short— relative to his infinite lifespan, Veronica knew him well enough to get the message. It was time to begin.

“Claire. Prepare my dick for your mother,” he commanded.

“Yes, my lord!” Claire practically attacked his cock, wrapping it tightly between her tits and sucking hungrily at the tip. She’d watched her mother give hundreds of boob jobs. But where Veronica tended to be gentle and sweet, Claire wanted to give her emperor something new. She grabbed her tits and rocked her whole body to fuck the emperor’s cock. Harder and harder, more of his dick poked out from the top, slapping her face, but she didn’t mind. Claire rained breathless, passionate kisses on the cockhead, letting it abuse her as she worshipped his dick.

The heat from her body gathered around him, lubricated by the dampness of sweat gathering in the valley of her tits. All the while, Veronica was not idle. She reached under her daughter’s skirt and plunged her fingers into her dripping slit, matching her pace with Claire’s movements. It wasn’t long before Claire was moaning into the emperor’s cock.

The emperor stared down at her, at her earnest, loving gaze. Claire’s mouth was too preoccupied to speak, but the emperor recognized that look. I’m yours, it spoke, loud and clear.

It wasn’t long before he came, spurting his royal cum all over Claire’s face and breasts. After a moment’ of shock, Claire took head in her mouth and swirled it with her tongue, teasing out every last drop of her lord’s semen.

And she stared up at him. Her eyes barely contained the passionate lust that had built up in her. “How was it?”

“You’ll make a fine empress,” he said. On hearing it, Claire nearly came on the spot. “But, the former empress must first step aside.”

“Indeed.” Veronica was cleaning up her daughter’s bombshell body, tracing the cum, mixing it with her daughter’s squirt, and gently forcing her fingers into Claire’s mouth. “Please kill me, my love. Let me serve you with my life.”

The emperor pointed at the bed. “Bend over and present your ass to me.”

She did. Her curvaceous ass and wide hips had caught his attention on day one, and they’d only grow wider and sexier as time had gone on. But it was clear to her that her beauty was beginning to fade— the reason she’d suggested this event in the first place.

The emperor climbed onto the bed behind her, ripped off her dress, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and used it as leverage to plunge directly into her sopping wet pussy. Veronica let out an ecstatic squeal, rolling her hips instinctively and squeezing her kegels. Her pussy was still so tight. Her walls held him, caressed him, welcomed him for one final fuck.

“Don’t hold back, my love!” Veronica yelled. “Break me! Break me to your heart’s content!”

And he did. The emperor grabbed Veronica by the neck and pulled her back for a sloppy kiss— in doing so, bending her spine at a tight angle. Each of his furious thrusts made it worse, flared the pain, crushing her back yet pulling apart her abdomen.

But she accepted it. No, she loved it. She craved it. Veronica had jealously watched her love kill hundreds of sacrificial whores over the years.

It was finally her time. She could hardly believe it. It was finally her time.

“Use me harder!” Her cunt gripped him tighter and tighter. The unbearable heat from her womb sent bolts of ecstasy up her spine as it was crushed more and more beneath her beloved emperor’s grasp. Veronica moaned into their kiss. “Oh, my emperor, I love you, I love you so much!”

On the other side of the mattress, Claire couldn’t help but masturbate at the sight. She’d watched her mother’s coronation over and over and over. And her mother had trained her on pleasing the emperor.

But this was different. Veronica wasn’t concerned with keeping up any sort of appearances anymore. She wasn’t trying to be Claire’s mother, or her slut teacher, or anything else.

She was the emperor’s toy. A toy meant to be broken, finally being granted its purpose.

Claire knew— that was how she wanted to go out one day. Once she’d fulfilled her own duties as empress. That was how she wanted to be rewarded.

All at once, Veronica’s moans were silenced. Her body continued to rock, she continued to kiss him hungrily. But the emperor had decided to give her what she wanted. His fingers constricted around her neck and cut off her lungs.

The emperor broke their kiss and pulled Veronica forward, pulling her into his thrusts with the chokehold. Veronica’s face grew more and more purple. Her tongue rolled out of her mouth. Her eyes were glazing over. But she held on, concentrating on keeping her pussy tight for her love and focusing on the searing ecstasy burning through every fiber of her being.

One final dying orgasm ravaged her. The emperor could feel Veronica’s body release all it had left to give, spasming wildly around his cock as he impregnated her corpse’s womb. As Veronica’s life ended, her body rode out her and his climaxes, before coming to a final rest.

Once the afterglow had subsided, the emperor held up his wife’s corpse and carried her over to one of the guillotines. “Follow me.”

With a swift, clinical motion, he dropped the blade, severed Veronica’s head, and placed it on his dick, the cockhead poking out through her lips.

“Clean it.”

“Yes, my lord.”

After bringing him to orgasm, however he ordered Claire back, closed Veronica’s slack lips, and let the cum pool in her dead mouth.

And then, he pulled out of her neck stump, letting his cum mix with his lover’s blood, and he handed the head to Claire.

“A toast to you, the new empress.”

Claire lifted her mother’s head to her mouth, careful not to let the cum spill out. “And to you, my lord, my love.”

And she pressed against Veronica’s lips and drank.