“The emperor at that time had a powerful sorcerer who he had ordered to find a way to the lady of the chalk. In his magical mirror, this sorcerer saw the beam, heard the warrior’s message, and warned the emperor that the lady of the chalk had fallen in love with the mightiest warrior of the realm. He also warned the emperor that he had had a dream that this warrior was so strong and stout, their love so true, the warrior could build a bridge and he would not only steal the lady of the chalk from the emperor, he would also leave the emperor empty.” He cupped her jaw and warned, “I said, no suckling, Serena.”

She stopped what she’d started doing.

“Good girl,” he murmured and continued, “Worried about his reign, the emperor vowed no one would have her but he, so he gathered them all and ordered every warrior in his realm to attack the warrior. He found the sorcerer was right. This warrior was so strong and stout, his sword indomitable, one after the other, hundreds, then thousands of warriors fell as the lady of the chalk watched in fear and horror. And when her love defeated the last one, she rejoiced, and he roared his triumph to the sky. He threw up his sword in victory and a bridge formed on the arc of its path, straight to the chalk. So delighted was he that the bridge had formed, he ran there, without sword or shield, the emperor running after him with his royal bow and arrow. The warrior arrived, took his love in his arms, but before he could bestow on her a kiss, he took an arrow to his back, right through the heart. As he fell, the lady of the chalk held tight to her beloved and fell with him, into the dark sky, falling and falling through the nothingness, together forever. At their loss, the moon grew cold and stark, and the bridge crumbled away. The emperor perished there and dissolved into dust, known only for eternity as the Emperor of Dust.”

As he finished, he saw Serena staring up at him, his cock in her mouth, but her eyes again were bemused, feeling something and not understanding it.

“Slide me out, Serena, then on your hand and knees, arse to me, I wish it reddened before I fuck you.”

She knew how to feel about that and did not delay in carrying out his instructions.

Chu took his knees beside her, allowing his hand to roam the pale skin of her arse. Also allowing himself to enjoy the delicate trembling of her long limbs as she felt her Master’s touch and awaited his intentions. This he did before he spanked her, not lightly, but not too much. She’d be in a saddle for days and he wanted her in every moment to be aware of her Master and his dominion over her, but not suffering.