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Where her mother had been skilled in how to dress the female body, Claire found that her aptitude was in how it functioned internally, both before and after death. Thus, when searching for a way to distinguish her legacy from that of her mother’s, she had plunged into research.

And now, her life’s work was complete.

Claire burst into her daughter’s room, grabbed her by the hand, and led her into the emperor’s playroom. Iris, a tall, slender woman with the figure of a model, knew her coronation would be one of these days, but Claire had repeatedly delayed it, citing a need for perfection.

But it was finally here.

Claire half-danced up to her lord and pressed her body against his arm. “Darling~ I have two gifts for you~”

“Cheeky as always, aren’t you?”

“If you didn’t like it, you would’ve taken my head already,” Claire said.

The emperor ran his hands down Claire’s body. She purred and rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “Something tells me that’s on the agenda for today.” He looked to Iris. “I take it you’re ready to become the next empress?”

“Mhm, she’s the first gift,” Claire said.

“Mom, come on, I’m not a gift.”

“We’re all the emperor’s property anyway, dear.” She turned back and kissed the emperor. “As for my next gift…” Claire reached between her breasts and produced a small vial, dangling it from her finger. “Ta-da!”

“Oh? And what will this one do?” The emperor reached for it, but Claire pulled it just out of his grasp.

“This one’s not for you, not directly. When you have any woman drink this, it’ll preserve her dead body for you, always and forever.” Claire lowered it into the emperor’s hands. “My mother gave you her life— and I want to do the same, don’t get me wrong— but I want to serve you even after I die. Forever.”

After a long pause, the emperor accepted the preservation drug. “You’re served me well as my empress.”

“Then you’ll reward me, won’t you?” Claire’s eyes were practically sparkling.

“I’ll see to it you receive the send-off you deserve.” With that, he uncapped the vial and pressed the rim to Claire’s mouth. Once she was done, the vial slipped from his grasp as Claire, satisfied with his declaration of intent, pushed her lord onto the bed and impaled herself on his cock.

Even after all these years, Claire always had to take a moment and get used to her emperor’s dick. The size seemed on the verge of ripping her apart for a moment, before its familiar shape caressed her inner walls. She squeezed her vagina and began to rock her hips.

Her final fuck. The mere thought of it made her so wet. But while her lord’s dick ravaged her pussy, she could feel her drug ravaging her cells. While this would be her final fuck as a living girl, her corpse would remain alongside her lord. His personal, eternal sex toy.

Would he put it on display? Would it make future empresses jealous? Or would it push them to greater heights? What depraved violence could he inflict on her once she was just a corpse doll?

It made her wet, god, it made her so wet!

Claire rode harder, bracing her hands against the emperor’s chest and rocking her breasts and hips in unison, a sensual dance. Faster, faster.

Was that a knife at his bedside table? An ornate, ceremonial knife. Maybe he’d use that to slit her throat. She could imagine the cold, beautiful steel piercing her neck and bleeding her out.

She leaned in. The mere thought it of involuntarily tightened her pussy. Rubbing her torso against her lord’s, the growing heat in her womb threatened to sear right through her.

Maybe he’d treat her like her mother. Saw off her head and use it. And now, her head would’t go anywhere? What would he use it for in the future? Maybe he’d treat it as a cocksleeve for years to come.

Claire kissed her love, plunging her tongue hungrily into his mouth. She wanted him to remember. For the rest of his eternal life, whenever he looked at her slack-jawed, glassy-eyed, cum-stained severed head, she wanted him to remember this moment.

“I’m so close, my love,” she said. His dick pulsed inside her. The feeling was mutual, she knew it. “Kill me. Turn me into your eternal toy. Break me until I’m nothing more than your sex doll!”

Her final orgasm began, washing over her like a tidal force. Claire screamed in ecstasy as the emperor threw her back against the mattress. At the height of her climax, he stabbed the knife through her neck, pinning her to the bed. Hysterical moans became pleasured gurgles. Even as the emperor continued to dick her, even as she lay dying and bleeding out, her fingers rubbed her clit furiously, pinched her nipples furiously.

The emperor pumped her womb full as she bled out. It was a slow process, but the blood loss and lightheadedness somehow made her more sensitive, made her skin tingle with every touch. As she began fading away, Claire’s eyes rolled up to her daughter. With the last of her strength, she flicked her tongue across her lips, and Iris knew, somewhere in her bones, that it was her mother’s way of passing the torch.

And then Claire was gone.

A moment of silence fell around the emperor and his new empress. Iris reached for the dagger, still embedded in her mother’s neck, and pressed the blade further to the side. With a quick motion, she sawed Claire’s head off.

“I’ve seen the recordings of my mother’s coronation,” Iris said, and she ran the emperor’s cock through her mother’s neck stump. His dick poked out of her lips, but it didn’t disrupt the look of ecstatic bliss forever etched onto Claire’s head.

That would be her one day. She decided there and then. Iris pressed her lips against her mother’s, licking and sucking the cockhead. Mother and daughter’s tongues danced around the emperor’s dick, and when he came, she pulled off Claire’s head and let the semen pool inside.

And then she raised the head, her hands shaking with lust and anticipation. Iris had pictured herself in this moment her entire life.

“A toast to you, my lord. I swear that I will serve you even better than my mother.”

And then she drank.

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Name: Kylee
Age: 23
Traits: Sweet, snarky, masochistic-but-defiant
Setting: Your girlfriend wants to do something kinky. But then you both get carried away as she wants it rougher and rougher, and then realizes she wants it all the way.