Fresh Embers of Love

Chapter 44

The Imperial Consort Kuanglu glared at the scroll in her hands, willing it to make sense to her tired brain. She had been closeted with the Emperor in his study, off and on, for days, going over records, reading reports, trying to find all of the pieces of the conspiracy, and put them together like a puzzle.

The Emperor's sigh made her look away from her paper. He looked exhausted. He had been poring over the letters she had stolen from Yuanji's desk for three days. On the surface they just looked like love letters. Extraordinarily explicit pornographic love letters. The Emperor was convinced that they were written in code. He just had to figure out the key, and then he would be able to break it.

Kuanglu did not envy him. The Fox Spirit had a gift for eliciting exotic imagery with words. It must be terribly distracting, but the Emperor hadn't even paused once. He was a man driven.

"Your Majesty, why don't you get some sleep?" Kuanglu asked him soliticously.

The Emperor leaned back in his chair, sliding down into a slouch, and scrubbed his face with the heels of his hands.

"I can't sleep" he told her. "Every time I close my eyes, I see my little girl on the back of my eyelids" he confessed morosely.

Kuanglu felt a pang of sadness. She was also distressed about the attack on the Princess, but it was especially heartbreaking to see the Emperor have to struggle through this. Having to smile in the face of his enemies, so as not to forewarn them about the search for accomplices. Having to act normal in front of people, because they still didn't know all of the spies' identifies.

"Your Majesty, you must try to sleep. If you don't get sleep, your wits won't be sharp. You might miss something important" Kuanglu reasoned with him.

He took his hands away from his eyes, and glared at her.

"You think I don't know that?" he asked accusingly.

Kuanglu sighed tiredly, putting her scroll down on his desk, and standing up.

"You need to relieve some of this stress" she told him, stretching and yawning.

She walked around his desk to stand behind him, and put her hands on his shoulders, kneading at the muscles with her fingers. The Emperor took a deep breath and let it out, closing his eyes, letting her massage him.

The position that he was sitting in made it hard for her to reach his back, so she rubbed his chest instead. The front of his robes had opened a bit when he had slid down into a slouch, giving her access there. The front of his robes had also parted at the waist, and fallen on either side of his legs, revealing his pants.

She noticed there was a peculiar movement in the front of his pants, as she massaged his chest. A twitching, and then an expansion, the fabric of his pants raised upwards like a tent. Kuanglu looked at the Emperor's face in surprise.

The Emperor's eyes were closed, he seemed very calm right now, maybe even asleep. She slowly removed her hands from his chest, keeping a watchful eye on his face to see if that disturbed him. Curiousity was eating away at her. She had never actually seen his phallus.

She knelt between his legs, and gently untied his pants, pulling the fabric away slowly and carefully, revealing the object of her curiousity. She studied it intently, as it lifted itself when exposed to the air, becoming ramrod straight and hard.

"He's never going to be able to sleep when he's that aroused" she thought to herself. "I should help him."

Tentatively, she leaned forward, and placed a gentle kiss on the very top. It twitched underneath her lips. She licked her lips, which felt very dry all of the sudden, and then kissed it again with more depth. The Emperor gave a small sigh, seeming almost asleep. Feeling bolder, Kuanglu opened her mouth wider, and placed it over the rounded top.