Literotic asexstories – Esther and the Emperor by Grendelpuppy,Grendelpuppy
Esther struggled to restrain the trembling of her body as she entered the banquet hall. She knew the penalty for intruding into the Emperor’s presence uninvited. The example of how Queen Vashti had been beheaded for her impudence was impossible to forget. Of course Vashti had earlier declined when Ahasuerus commanded her presence. Her uninvited performance had been a dance of defiance, not belated obedience. However; Esther was merely one of Ahasuerus’ one-hundred-and-seven-and-twenty newest concubines. The Emperor had decreed that the most beautiful virgins of every province of the Persian Empire, from India to Egypt and Ethiopia, be brought to him. She had not yet spent her appointed night with Ahasuerus to consummate her status as a concubine much less win his favor and thus persuade him to take her as his queen. Her hymen remained intact.
As Esther entered the banquet hall, she noticed Mordecai was chained to a pillar. His robes had been rended and he had been stripped naked. The still bleeding wounds on his back attested to the repeated floggings that had been inflicted upon him. Her heart ached for him, but she didn’t allow compassion to divert her from her chosen path. The condemned man would have to endure even more pain, humiliation and sorrow if she was to save him.
As Esther proceeded into the banquet hall, she also noticed that the hated Haman, the Emperor’s Vizier, was sitting at the right hand of Ahasuerus. Even if the Emperor welcomed her to his banquet, there was no assurance that he would not slay her for her impudence. There was almost no chance that he would accede to her entreaties rather than slay her. Haman would certainly advise Ahasuerus to kill not just her and Mordecai but proceed with the plot to kill all of her people.
Esther’s gaze was once again drawn to Mordechai. She was uncertain of how she should think of her relationship to Mordechai. It was indisputable that they were distant cousins. She was his uncle’s daughter. Mordecai had become her guardian and taken her into his house after her parents had died. Her father had been slain at Thermopylae during the battle against the hated Three Hundred. It was claimed that King Leonidas himself had skewered her father with his spear. Hundreds of thousands of the Persian Empire’s soldiers had been slain during that few days of butchery. Her mother had died from the sorrow of loosing not only her husband, but her father and brothers her two sons during that epic battle.
During the years that Esther had been Mordechai’s ward, they had fallen in love. She had been betrothed to him, waiting until she had matured enough to become his bride. Their wedding had almost been interrupted by Ahasuerus’ horsemen who had been sent forth to gather the fairest maidens of the empire to be offered to the Emperor. Mordecai was now her husband, but their marriage was considered null and void under Persian law because it had not yet been consummated.
Esther’s gaze shifted from Mordecai to Ahasuerus. The Emperor extended his royal septor towards her. She was welcomed, at least for now, rather than condemned to death. She knew that she needed to please not just the Emperor but his assembled vassals if she was to be permitted to live.
At a gesture from Ahasuerus, the musicians began to play. The music was not just suggestive but salacious and erotic. Thanks to the teachings and instructions by the eunuchs of the Harem, Esther’s body began to move in rhythm to the music. Her hips swayed with each beat of the drum. Her full, firm breasts jiggled in time with the flute. Her arms kept rhythm with the lyre. She danced as if her life depended upon it as it truly did. Hobbled by the floor length veils, she danced carefully. Tripping herself or stripping a veil off prematurely could mean instant execution, or worse.
Esther danced around the banquet hall, presenting herself to all of the one-hundred-and-seven-and-twenty assembled princes of the provinces and other guests. She knew from watching other concubines practicing that while her body was obscured by seven silk veils, the men could discern the movements of her full, firm, virgin’s breasts as they undulated with the music and her pelvis rocking back and forth. The long slits of the veils revealed not just her legs, thighs and hips, but glimpses of her sex if she was not careful. Esther was not careful. Esther had been taught the secrets of the dance. Esther twirled around shamelessly to give Ahasuerus and his assembled vassals far more than mere glimpses of her sex. Although it grieved her to see how humiliating it was for Mordecai to watch her dancing so salaciously for the assembled throng, she did not allow her compassion to dissuade her.
Esther slowly and seductively stripped off the first of her seven, silk veils. Although she was still wearing six veils rather than seven, the remaining layers of gossamer fabric revealed just a bit more. She knew that the impressions of her swollen nipples were now discernable through the layered veils. She could see the inflamed lust in the eyes of the assembled guests as they watched her dance.
Esther knew the risks. If she failed to please Ahasuerus, he might offer her to all of his vassals rather than take her to his bed chamber. If she survived that ordeal, she would be abandoned and cast out of the palace to earn a meager living as a common whore. The lustful gazes of his hundred-and-seven-and-twenty princes and their vassals dispelled any delusions that they might be gentle with her.
Esther continued to dance around the banquet hall, flaunting herself to not just Ahasuerus but to his hundreds of guests. It was impossible for her to conceal her lascivious dance from Mordecai. Dancing was now easier because her longest veil came only to her ankles. She shimmied and gyrated to flaunt her breasts. She twirled to flaunt her sex. She could feel herself sweating from her exertions. She could also feel her pubic hair becoming damp from the more womanly moisture seeping from between her labia. She was becoming overwhelmed by her own lusts.
Esther retreated to the center of the banquet hall then turned to face the Emperor as she removed her sixth veil. She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out to present her breasts to him. His eyes confirmed that more than the mere impressions of her nipples were revealed to him as well as his vizier and other, trusted advisors. The unrestrained, predatory lust in Haman’s eyes confirmed her fear that if Ahasuerus rejected her, he would claim the right to take her virginity. She suffered from no delusion that he would be gentle. She suddenly realized that he was aware of her lineage.
Esther danced around the room again, flaunting herself to the assembled vassals. She danced closer, but not yet close enough for them to touch her. That was not permitted, at least not yet. She shook and shimmied to flaunt her jiggling breasts. She kicked high to flaunt her legs as well as her sex. She presented herself to all of the vassals as Mordecai looked on helplessly.
Esther once again retreated to the center of the banquet hall. She seductively removed her fifth veil. Ahasuerus’ lustful gaze was fixated on her. She knew that not just her nipples but her small yet dark aureoles as well as her black pubic hair were visible through her four remaining veils. She could feel her womanly essence flowing in response to her own lust. She could even smell her essence. It had been seven days since her last bleeding had ceased. The aroma of her essence revealed the truth. Her body was ripe and ready, eager for a man to plant his seed in her now fertile womb.
Esther once again danced around the room, luxuriating in the freedom offered by the remaining veils that came down only to her knees. Esther danced for Ahasuerus, then she danced for each of his hundreds of princes and vassals. She noticed that Mordecai was also watching her debauchery. Her husband could offer no protest as hundreds of lustful, grasping hands were extended towards her. She still didn’t dance close enough to allow them to touch her. Not yet.
Esther once again retreated to the center of the banquet hall. She seductively removed her fourth veil. She could feel the hem of her remaining veils at mid thigh. The obvious lust in Ahasuerus’ eyes gave her hope. The more feral hunger in Haman’s eyes frightened her. She prayed that the Emperor would desire her for himself. Esther once again danced around the room, flaunting herself to not just Ahasuerus, Haman and the other high advisers as well as the one-hundred-and-seven-and-twenty princes of the far from provinces that stretched from India to Ethiopia, but to their vassals as well. A glance confirmed that Mordechai was watching forlornly, yet he could not, would not, protest.
Esther once again retreated to the center of the banquet hall. She seductively removed her fourth veil. In spite of her shame, she wantonly presented her nearly nude body to Ahasuerus, Haman, and the other high advisors. Esther then danced around the room, liberated by the remaining veils, the hem of which now came only down to mid thigh. She was intentionally careless, ensuring that her sex was revealed to the assembled throng more often then not.
Esther now danced closer to the men. Lustful hands reached for her to grope her. Now she was no longer careful to dance far enough away to keep their grasping, groping hands completely at bay. She could feel their fingers brushing against her swollen nipples, her hips, her well rounded buttocks, her thighs and her pubic hair. Esther was careful to ensure that all of the one-hundred-and-seven-and-twenty princes exploited the opportunity to touch her. All were eager to accept her invitation. Mordechai looked on with a combination of humiliation and forlorn hope. He had been the one who had implored her to offer herself so wantonly to the Emperor.
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