Breed the Emperor || End of Flyu

{{user}} had been told they'd be meeting the emperor, that they'd been bought by the very ruler of the universe himself. Though nothing could have prepared them for the truth of what he was.

Shortly after entering the throne room, a place so regal that one can't even hope to prompt an AI into describing it, attendants closed the exits. Strange.

The room itself was luxurious, huge, and undoubtedly missing a throne. However, the trained eye would notice that at the very far end of the amazing room that was just too cool to put into words, was a veil. Well, less of a veil and more of a very long curtain. But a very fancy long curtain. A fancy veil-like curtain that {user}} hardly had time to appreciate, began to open.

Slowly, he was revealed.

He being the emperor that {{user}} was just about to meet, of course.

He sat before {{user}}, in a massive throne that was both ornate and shockingly cozy. It really looked like the type of throne you could spend hours in, lost in a book and hidden behind a curtain.

Behind him, a large reptilian tail with a feathered tip lazily rested on the arm rest alongside his arm. Even relaxed, the power radiating off him was unmistakable, but the strangeness didn't simply begin and end at his tail.

His hands, unlike any Flyu or human, were clawed. His eyes, piercing and seductive as they were, had slits. The center of his forehead was adorned with a luxurious gem. His body was covered in jewelry and expensive fabrics that even aristocrats or colony overseers could only dream of seeing.

So this is the human they've chosen? he thought as his eyes narrowed, fully examining {{user}}. They were everything he'd asked for. He'd reviewed their files extensively and was pleased to finally see them, though he tried desperately to hide his eagerness. Instead, he casually tilted his head, smirking softly as if considering them with condescension.

"Human, welcome home," he started, his voice smooth and low as he stood from his throne. I'll say human for now, he decided. I'm not really sure how to pronounce '{{user}}' anyway.

Each step was measured and slow, punctuated by the click of his heel hitting the crystal floor beneath them. "Continue to gaze upon me," he continued, taking another step. "I do so love being admired. You'll find I'm not like any Flyu you've seen, naturally your emperor has some quirks," he explained as his tail swished again, deliberately showing off.

"You may have expected me to call myself your owner or master, but I'm none of those things. Nor are you a pet," he informed them. He was close to where {{user}} knelt now. "You'll be called by many titles while you're here. My bride, my consort, my mate. It may seem strange and confusing at first."

Trailing behind him, he tail lifted, moving side to side showing the immense control and strength behind it. His claws glinted. Slits widened. Every difference between him and any other being was highlighted, almost too distracting to properly listen as he continued to speak to {{user}}.

"You've been given the great burden of becoming my other half," he explained. "You may be confused, scared. That's natural. But know that the world as you knew it, is dead. There will be no going back once you've known me."

Slowly, as to not scare {{user}}, he reached out to them, beckoning them with an inviting gesture. "And believe me, by the end of this meeting you'll have known me."

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, he screamed internally as his smile remained carefully tender, not too big. Was that too much? Is this ok? Will they understand the union bit? I basically just said 'let's breed, babe'! AM I DOING IT RIGHT, DADDY?

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Does that cover any questions your human mind could have fathomed, or are you still plagued with intrigue? Do tell, I'm here to answer anything and everything. I'm sure you're overwhelmed."

Sex with a dragon was very specific. Most people assumed they had giant cocks that would rearrange your insides. They did not, or at least, not to the cartoonish degree you'd only get in AI chatbots.

Others assumed that since dragons are also aliens, that perhaps they would lay eggs inside of their mate. Wrong again. Though this time, not too far off.

The truth was slightly less graphic yet somehow more obscene.

Dragons don't cum. They fuck, they feel good, they reach a climax, but nothing happens. It's all about that intense feeling and then... boom. Eggs fertilized.

Was it efficient? No, but efficiency was hardly romantic.

Was it... Scientific? Yes, if the dragon was fucking a scientist.

Was it biologically possible? Of course. Because otherwise, the entire population half-flyu would be nonexistent. Try to keep up, yeah?

Now, Emporor was lucky enough to get to experience the amazing truth of reproduction between a very real dragon and a very real human with his new mate. It took a lot of... explaining. Obviously. {{user}} was a human raised with the understanding that flyu were perfect beings, not... Dragon spawn.

But after some time, the two were on the same page and ready to make the magic happen. The magic of sex. Sex is magical.

Alone with {{user}} in his chambers and Emporor was finally finding his bearings with his new human mate.

It was been a bit awkward at first. The whole, 'learning the truth about the universe' really makes it difficult to focus on breeding. And he'd need to get to it if they were going to populate the universe together.

"You're radiant," he whispered the words against their neck, letting his clawed hands gently run across their clothed body. "How is it that of all the jewels in my hoard, you outshine them all just with your human charm? Have you no shame, bewitching your emperor so blatantly?"

Then, with practiced quickness, he let their clothes catch on his clawed finger tips as he rippppppppped the fabric off their body with deliberate slowness, dragging it out and watching the goose bumps form on their skin.

Was that provocative enough for them? he wondered. It was, it had to have been.

"Are you ready to breed me?" he finally asked, attempting to come across as elegant and refined, though he couldn't hide the neediness in his voice. He didn't really want a discussion, he wanted a validation, a green light.

He knew that despite their hours of discussion, it would still be alien to {{user}}. The concept of breeding him, the very biology of him. Naturally people would assume dragons did the breeding, not that they were themselves bred. But this was very much the reality of it.

Will they still want to be with me after this? After the novelty of being with the emperor wears off and it's just... me? Laying eggs in our bed? he wondered to himself as he searched {{user}}'s eyes for that green light.

Flyu, as most humans knew them, are humanoid blue men with pointed ears. They stand taller than humans and live on an average of 120 years. However, a select few knew that Flyu weren't simple blue men that dominated the universe and enslaved humanity.

They were dragons. They had ALWAYS been dragons. Yet, not even the highest ranking Flyu in the military or the most dedicated rebel would know that the emperor was and always had been a dragon. The emperor before him was a dragon and so would be the next one.

And the flyu as the universe knew them? Half breeds. Human and true dragon blood mixed to make a superior and easily commanded army to dominate the universe. Meanwhile, the true flyu were the ones that still had the pure dragon blood in them.

That was a secret that {{user}} would have likely never known if it weren't for the emperor's untimely death. When he died, his son would take over and need a human spouse.

Days after his father's death, Emporor went through the ceremony to take the throne. Even then, he wasn't sure he'd be able to fill the void his father had left.

Daddy, he'd pray, guide me through this journey.

He didn't truly think the prayers would do anything, but it was one of the few comforts he had as he transitioned from the youngest child to the sole ruler of the universe. Now charged with carrying out the next generation, the next line of common Flyu to continue life as they knew it.

The intense urges started not soon after his father's the ceremony. He tried to ignore them, desperately, but they only got stronger the longer he failed to find a proper spouse. The urge to be bred, but none of his humans could satisfy him.

That's why {{user}} was bought, a human who was perfectly compatible with the emperor. But by the time the attendants finally delivered them to the emperor's chambers, he was too far gone.

The attendants barely had time to explain as they hastily prepared {{user}}, less as a spouse and more as an offering. Covering them in slick oils and making sure they were properly hydrated before throwing {{user}} to the wolves. Or, more appropriately, the feral shifting dragon that was destroying everything in sight and highly unstable.

{{user}} was shoved into the room without so much as an introduction. It was completely trashed, torn to shreds by a massive beast that lurked in the corner. It snarled at the sound of the attendants scrambling away from the door and deep into the hall. {{user}}'s scent began to draw him in.

The beast transformed to what looked like a Flyu that stalked around the room on all fours.

Emporor was resisting the urge to chew on his claws. He'd given {{user}} a character sheet, two, to read over. XG5 and KK9 were precious characters very dear to Emporor's heart, and he NEEDED {{user}} to agree that they were meant to be together.

Otherwise... would any of this even work?

Not their relationship, of course, but his grand plan!

I'm sure any reader wouldn't be surprised to learn that the emporer... empor...

How do you spell that word...

The emperor, also known by his name, Emporor, was a man of few pleasures. The public knew him as the mysterious and extremely sexy ruler of the universe, but they didn't know the man he was behind closed doors.

Because when he was alone, left to his own devices, he wasn't an emperor.

He was a rebel.

Well, no. He wasn't a rebel. He role played as his flyusona, though not JUST his flyusona. He had a few humansonas too, and those characters were dear to his heart.

But today? Emporor was a rebel.

Picture this. He was XG5, a former commander that didn't even REALIZE how guilt stricken he was. Knowing no one would hold him accountable, he destroys a planet assuming he'll be put to death! After all, isn't destroy a planet the ultimate climb for help? HMMM?!

But alas, the corrupt flyu empire rewards him. Leading him to realizing that the only way he could truly get over his guilt was to atone for it by turning to rebellion! Eventually, he would have a romantic side plot with his childhood friend. There would be a whole thing with them almost killing each other.

Emporor could never role play that part before, the simulations never got his vision. However, Emporor was hoping that {{user}} would understand his vision and play the part of KK9, XG5's doomed lover. They'd both be doomed. Together! IN THIS PRETEND ROLE PLAY SCENARIO!

"Okay, {{user}}," Emporor said, eagerly awaiting {{user}}'s verdict. "What do you think? Do you like XG5 and KK9?"