I'd like to thank Evnogena for aiding me in this story, the person is a real help writing the lore parts in. I make edits to them but he/she gets the outline built
-now to story-
"How tiresome." The empress thought.
Those thoughts managed to drift idly through the mind of the predestined empress of mankind, regent of terra, proclaimed Omnissia of mars, and other such titles, the volume of which would take whole days to recite. The bothers of politics, the bothers of mortals.
"How weak of me, to even now think of it." she thought.
The empress summoned forth her incredible willl power to halt her wandering hands. Despite the gesture, her golden silky bed sheets were still dampened by an unquenchable fire that burned within her. Sticky with sweat, of hesitation, of anticipation? She didn't care to know. She was drained both psychically and mentally from recent events at the noctis labyrinth.
She'd had to tend to some flaws that'd appeared within the great containment area during old night, when she'd been cut off from the red planet, and monstrosities had roamed it's surface unchecked. So she'd had to rest, recover, away from prying eye that might spread word of a weakened empress.
She'd tried to commit to a full rejuvenating sleep, a week or two would do it, yet her hands were unruly in their idleness, and whenever she approached near to sleep, they travelled to her burning parts, eager to relieve her weariness in an unproductive manner.
"When did I weaken? When did I once more allow that mortal weakness within my heart?"mShe of course knew why.
It had to be done, she'd told herself this a million times. The fate destined to her now was not one of unfeeling coldness, like so many other glimmers of chilled fire she'd glimpsed with her matchless sight. Her flame now burned hotter than ever before, for this time, there is only one way.
Sighing in defeat, she let her hands drift. Best be done with it now.
Her hand drifted down her body, she grabbed her panties, sliding them down to her knees. She rubber her fingers over her lips. Moving them faster, she bit her lip, trying to resist the urge to moan.
Her fingers rubbed faster, before she moved to her side, and spread her legs, her panties sliding down to her ankles. She had a finger slide into her. as they slid deep inside her, she raised a finger, biting it to hold back her moans. The finger would slide in and out, faster and faster, until it slid out with such speed she needed more sensation.
Adding a second finger, she continued to finger herself. She finally released a moan, feeling a build up to her long needed release. She felt as if she was close, but needed more. Going over to a nightstand, she opened the drawer, and flicked a switch on a tool she had built in secret.
The head began to vibrate to life, the machine spirit was lively today. She pressed it onto her clit, teasing her self, thrusting in pleasure as she felt the head touch her most private of areas. She moaned louder, feeling the vibration of the machine designed to please her.
Shuddering with release, her aches and pains were swallowed forth by the raging inferno that was her caged desires. The heat engulfed her in blissful waves, stronger than any human could fathom. Too strong to bear, the noble empress of the imperium slumped into unconsciousness, in a most unflattering display of wet sticky sheets and her panties down around her ankles.
Her mind wandered, spurred on by her last conscious thoughts. They drifted to the origin of her masterworks, the spark that ignited her long dried up sense of carnal indulgence.
A time wherein she was no emperess, merely Revelation in human form. Her mind drifted to Molech... (read molech to molech for events on molech)
