Work Text:
Life as a royal concubine wasn’t anything like Water Lily had imagined.
It was a million times better.
He’d always figured there must be hundreds of Flowers living in the Garden and competing for His Majesty’s attention. He’d always pictured them lounging around fountains or something, bored and lonely.
As it turned out, there were exactly five Flowers. Six, now that Water Lily had joined them. And while they spent their days in the harem, it certainly wasn’t boring.
Daisy wrote stories and poetry. He had a huge library and was trying to teach Water Lily how to read.
Iris loved making things with his hands. He’d gifted Water Lily with embroidered scarves, beaded earrings, and a shockingly transparent slip that the Emperor absolutely loved.
Tulip was a musician. He played seven instruments (harp, zither, flute, and some others Water Lily couldn’t remember). Water Lily had never heard much music other than people’s off-key whistling, and he sat spellbound for hours, listening to Tulip play.
Lotus was a sports fiend and was always teaching Water Lily fun new games, though he could never keep up with the other concubine’s leggy speed.
But even Lotus’ roughest games paled next to Rose. Rose was a dancer. Water Lily had never thought that dancing looked all that hard, but whenever Rose talked him into trying some moves, he ended up in a sweaty, panting heap on the floor, weak in muscles that he didn’t even know he had.
They were all incredibly kind to Water Lily. He’d been shy of them at first. They were all specially raised and trained pleasure slaves, and Iris and Rose were highborn, younger sons of important families who had raised them to be concubines and win their clans favor with the Emperor. Water Lily wasn’t worth shit compared to any of them, and he knew it.
But they’d welcomed him with open arms from the moment His Majesty introduced them all. Water Lily had been suspicious, afraid that these beautiful men were only behaving because the Emperor was in the room, but they’d been just as friendly after Master left them to get acquainted. Eventually, he’d learned to trust that kindness.
There were lots of other people in his new life, too. The harem buzzed with attendants, lower-ranked slaves who were there to serve the Flowers and do whatever they wanted. There was even a bath with two attendants, who were a million times better at their job than Water Lily had ever been. He befriended most of the attendants and spent hours shooting the shit with them.
But at the end of every day, as soon as dinner was over, the world narrowed down again. Garden guards would come to fetch the Flowers, and they would be escorted through secluded passageways to His Majesty’s chambers.
That had been one of the biggest surprises. Water Lily discovered that the concubines didn’t need to fight over access to the Emperor, because he shared his bed with all of them every single night.
In fairness, it was a hell of a bed, big enough that they could have squeezed in another three or four Flowers without being cramped. That bed had quickly become Water Lily’s favorite place in the whole world.
His already excellent mood picked up this evening as he approached the royal chambers along with Lotus, Rose, Iris, and Tulip. Daisy was the lucky slave on Master’s leash today, so he hadn’t been in the Garden. His Majesty would bring him along when he arrived.
The five of them were primped and perfumed already. Water Lily had a huge closet of lingerie and two whole casks of jewelry just for him in the harem, and the others were teaching him how to do his hair and makeup properly. He wasn’t great at coordinating his outfits yet, but the others helped him out, and the Emperor never complained. Today he was wearing nothing but a silvery little wisp of fabric on a chain which covered his face from the eyes down and a matching, smaller wisp for his waist. Other than that, he was just weighed down with a shit-ton of jewelry.
The guards left, and the Flowers got comfortable. They were brought to Master’s rooms at the same time every evening, but he had a lot of shit to do, being the Emperor and all. It was usually quite a while before he joined them. They sprawled on cushions and chatted, and Water Lily savored the charge of anticipation filling the air. They might be talking about nothing, but he knew that all of their minds were buzzing, just like his, with thoughts of all the delicious ways their Master might touch and use and dominate them tonight.
The door opened sooner than Water Lily had expected, and his heart leaped and his cock twitched and his mouth watered and his hole squeezed the plug that filled it. Bubbling over with excitement, he took his place alongside the others as they bowed down in a perfect row, paying homage to the Emperor. Moments later, the beaded curtain to the bedchamber rattled, Daisy’s leash chimed, and familiar booted footsteps thudded before them.
“Hello, my beauties,” His Majesty said warmly. “How are my sweethearts tonight?”
“Your Majesty!” they chorused unevenly.
Water Lily’s heart pounded as the Emperor moved down the line, allowing each of them to kiss his feet in greeting as he dispensed a kind word. When it was Water Lily’s turn, he couldn’t help whimpering as he licked humbly at the fine leather.
“It’s good to see you, little one,” Master said gently. “And my goodness, I can certainly see you. Were you getting tired of wearing clothes? Missing your days of being naked in the baths?”
“Never, Master!” Water Lily said passionately, kissing all the more fervently. “I love my life! I love you and the Flowers! Thank you for claiming me, Your Majesty!”
“We all love you too, sweetheart,” the Emperor said warmly. “All right, my loves, kneel up.”
Water Lily obeyed, finding himself face-to-face with a kneeling, beaming Daisy. Daisy had the replete, slightly dazed look that they all wore after a day on the leash. It was overwhelming, having so many eyes on you. And of course the leashed Flower had to scramble after His Majesty wherever he went. This wasn’t so bad on open court days, when this just meant lounging at the foot of the throne, but most days the Emperor was rushing from place to place and meeting to meeting from dawn until dark.
But the exertion was nothing compared to the pleasures this service offered.
The leashed concubine was at Master’s side all day, permitted to cling to his leg and bend to lick his boots, and whenever His Majesty wanted to make a point or show off his virility or simply sate a whim… well, there was his obedient toy, ready and eager. The leashed Flower usually got well-used throughout the course of the day.
Water Lily tried not to be jealous. He’d had his turn just two days ago, and it would be his turn again soon. For now, he would just enjoy every moment he could get with his beloved god.
The Emperor groaned as he surveyed them. “Oh, you are all just too beautiful for words. Listen, sweethearts, Master’s in the mood to play a little game tonight. All of you bend over the side of the bed, legs spread. Bare your holes for me. You too, Daisy.”
Water Lily rushed to the bed, eager to obey. His cock was already jutting obscenely, nearly displacing the fragile scrap of fabric that hung over it.
He ended up presenting himself right between Rose and Lotus, near the end of the line. They were both panting and flushed, clearly as excited as he was.
His Majesty let out another groan. “Isn’t that a sight. Six perfect, obedient asses in a row, never having taken any cock but mine, just waiting for me to fuck them. All mine.”
Water Lily couldn’t hold back a needy whine. He wanted Master’s cock in his hole so badly!
“Here’s the game, my Flowers,” the Emperor announced. “I’m going to fuck your needy little asses, and you may all come freely. But as soon as the slave I’m fucking comes, I will move down to the next hole. Whoever comes the fastest is the loser. Whoever I happen to be inside when I finally come is the winner, and the winner will get to ride me once I’m hard again. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”
It sounded like a whole lot of fucking and coming, so, “Yes, Your Majesty!” Water Lily enthused. The others agreed as well.
“Wonderful!” Even with his face buried in the rich coverlet, Water Lily could hear the smile in his adored Master’s voice. “Well then, it looks like you’re first, my lovely Iris!”
Poor Iris was definitely going to lose. The man practically came if the wind blew wrong. He said he’d gotten punished for it a lot in training, and the lord who gave him to the Emperor had recommended putting him in permanent chastity, so he was pretty insecure about it. Which was sad for him, but nice if it meant that Water Lily was safe from losing this contest.
Iris let out a blissful wail as Master penetrated him, and Water Lily’s hole twitched. Damn, he hoped his turn came soon!
“Master,” Iris whimpered, “oh, it’s so good, lord, thank you, thank you for blessing your humble hole!”
“You feel amazing, darling,” His Majesty said. “Yes, keep squeezing just like that. What a good boy you are. Master loves you, sweetheart.”
Water Lily had thought he knew about sexual frustration back when he worked in the baths, serving all the guards, touching and massaging their nude, wet bodies, being groped and drooled over, but not allowed to take it any farther. Now, though, he knew what getting fucked was like. He knew how the Emperor sought out all his most sensitive spots and made him see heaven. And when he heard the familiar rhythmic gasps and moans from his friends, he knew exactly what they were feeling. It was hot as fuck and it got him wildly turned on.
Iris, to his credit, held out longer than Water Lily had expected. It was only a few minutes, but still.
He wailed through his orgasm just like he’d wailed when His Majesty first took him, the blissful noise going right to Water Lily’s own straining dick.
“’M sorry, Your Majesty,” Iris panted when the wail finally choked off. “Oh… your cock is so good, Master, your plaything couldn’t…”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, my love.” Water Lily heard a kiss. “You were such a good boy for me. You know how I love to feel you come apart on my cock, my Iris. And now everyone knows they have to beat… four and a half minutes.”
Tulip was next. For being so musically inclined, he always gave the funniest harsh honks when he was being fucked. Lotus said that Tulip used to force himself to make pretty noises like he’d been taught, but as soon as the Emperor figured out what he was doing, he started punishing him every time he hid his real sounds of enjoyment.
“Oh, Tulip, yes,” His Majesty groaned, and Water Lily trembled at the pleasure in his voice. “That’s so good, sweetheart. Let Master hear all your cute little noises.”
Tulip lasted longer than Iris, of course, but the Emperor didn’t even seem to be getting close. After pulling out of the panting artist, His Majesty strode over to Rose. Right next to Water Lily.
He was so close, Water Lily could hear the brush of Master’s hands over Rose’s obediently presented ass. He could hear Rose’s breath hitch as His Majesty removed his plug, hear the faint squelch of a well-lubricated cock sliding into a well-lubricated hole.
“Master!” Rose wailed. “Oh! Cunt me!”
Even through his unbearable arousal, Water Lily choked a little.
‘Fuck’ was the only swear word any of the other Flowers had known, at least until Water Lily arrived. He’d expanded their vocabularies significantly, but they tended to use their new words interchangeably with ‘fuck’ and he was having trouble explaining the fine art of cursing. Rose and occasionally Daisy were the only ones who were bold enough to trot out their new swears on the regular or in front of Master, and Water Lily kept waiting to get in trouble for corrupting the Emperor’s pure Flowers but it hadn’t happened yet. This, though, seemed likely to be the final straw.
His Majesty laughed. “My darling Rose. You are just too adorable. Does it feel good, precious?”
“So good!” cried Rose. “It’s so cunting good, God! Thank you!”
Luckily, he mostly stopped talking after that. Water Lily hoped he was off the hook for another day.
Lack of words did not mean that Rose fell silent, however. He gasped and whined, shrieked and wailed. Water Lily was so close, their shoulders nearly touching on the bed, and he could hear every breath. The sounds would have been bad enough, but he could feel Master’s warmth, and when he turned his head he saw Rose’s lovely face twisted with pleasure, and he knew just how His Majesty’s cock was stretching and filling his fellow Flower, and his own hole clenched needily on the plug that made such a poor substitute, and his own prick was so hard, so desperate, and he wanted Master, wanted him so badly…
Water Lily trembled, nearly overcome with need when Rose shuddered and wailed in orgasm.
I’m next. I’m next, it’s me, it’s going to be me, he’ll be inside me in a moment, any moment now!
“Good boy, Rose,” the Emperor murmured. “You have such a wonderful hole, angel. You made Master feel amazing. I love you.”
Rose whimpered something inarticulate. And then…
… then, His Majesty’s feet whispered over the deep carpet in two small steps, and his hand rubbed gently over Water Lily’s ass, and Water Lily thought he might fly into a million pieces from the force of his excitement and desire.
“My precious Water Lily,” Master said kindly. “So beautiful. Are you ready for Master, little one?”
“Yes, Your Majesty!” Water Lily cried. “So ready, please, Master, please fuck me! Take me hard, God, please!”
“My sweet concubine’s wish is my command,” purred the Emperor.
His warm fingers eased the plug out of Water Lily’s hole, and then there was the familiar blunt heat and pressure of the royal cock, and Water Lily realized that he was crying with desperation, hot, needy tears soaking into the coverlet.
Master pressed into him slowly and gently, running his hands over Water Lily’s hips and ass all the while. It was so much touch, and it was so good, and Water Lily loved him more than anything in the world and he was his god and he was inside Water Lily’s lowly, worthless little ass, and the stretch of it burned deliciously, and then His Majesty started moving, and Water Lily screamed as the heat exploded in his lower body and he came like a fucking fountain.
“Oh my.” The Emperor’s chuckle was low and rich, and his hands were so gentle on Water Lily’s quivering, pleasure-shocked body. “Less than a minute. My poor little Water Lily must have desperately needed a good fuck today.”
Water Lily whimpered when His Majesty pulled out, but his muscles had all turned into hot, liquid soup anyway. He lay there on the bed, gobsmacked by the suddenness and force of his own pleasure.
He drifted as Master fucked Lotus and then Daisy. It wasn’t until the Emperor had returned to the top of the line and started fucking Iris again that Water Lily’s mind even cleared enough for him to be upset with himself for losing the game so outrageously.
Master fucked his way down the line again. This time, when the royal cock penetrated him, Water Lily lasted a good long while. However, it wasn’t enough. His Majesty easily fucked Water Lily into a second orgasm without coming himself.
The third time Master fucked Tulip, he finally came. This made Tulip the winner of the game… and Water Lily the loser.
“That was so much fun!” His Majesty enthused when he’d recovered a little. “I love getting to sample each of my beloved treasures. You’re all so precious, my darlings. Master loves you very much. Come here now.”
They all lowered themselves from the bed and crawled to him, and he stepped back to give them all room.
“You may worship me, my loves,” His Majesty invited, spreading his arms and legs. “Get me hard again so I can give Tulip his prize.”
Rose hurried behind the Emperor to rim him. Tulip and Lotus shared His Majesty’s cock and balls. Daisy and Iris clung to his flanks, moaning as they licked his thighs and cheeks.
Water Lily was the loser. He didn’t deserve to worship any part of the Emperor’s glorious, gorgeous body. Still, he had his orders, so he crept timidly forward, flipped up his veil, and began devoting himself to Master’s left foot.
His Majesty’s flesh was faintly salty from the day on the move, and the taste drove Water Lily wild. Even though he’d just been fucked into two orgasms, he wanted more. More cock, more fucking, more touch, more of Master. He could never get enough of his beloved god and Emperor, not in ten lifetimes.
As such, it was a lovely surprise when His Majesty, once restored to hardness, sat down in the large, soft chair and beckoned him over.
“You pleased me so much tonight with your eagerness, little one,” he told Water Lily. “Master absolutely adores you. I know it bothers you that you lost our little game, but don’t worry about it, all right, sweetheart? It was very flattering that you lost control so quickly. For being such a good, cute, pleasing slave, Master wants to give you a little consolation prize. On all fours now.”
The Emperor’s feet pressed down on Water Lily’s back, and he gasped excitedly.
“Oh, wow, Your Majesty, thanks!” he cried. “Your little whore loves to submit to you like this. You make me feel so small and subservient, God! Thank you!”
Water Lily knelt, serving as His Majesty’s footstool and savoring it, while Tulip clambered into their Master’s lap for his own prize.
Water Lily loved his new life. And he was beginning to love games, too.