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The planet Xianle was a rare sight to behold, a planet so radiant it seemed to outshine its own sun, like one day the planets would simply rearrange themselves to all rotate around it instead as the center of the universe. Xianle was known for its rolling fields of vibrant crimson grass and trees that shimmered pale like mutton fat jade under the sunlight. From Jun Wu’s lofty spot in the sky, gazing down on the planet from his ship, it looked idyllic.
But on the planet, every life was worthless to him except for one: the beloved crown prince, Xie Lian, who was known throughout the solar system for his beauty and martial prowess.
In Jun Wu’s thousands of years alive, he had heard of no other that reminded him so much of himself.
Like many grand empires, the neighboring planets to Xianle coveted their riches, and then natural disasters and calamity pushed the people of the planet Yong’an into initiating an attack. For many years Xie Lian led his planet’s armies against their enemies, the tides shifting in and out of his favor. But it was a mysterious plague that swept through Xie Lian’s armies that was the death knell for Xianle (a plague that the leader of the Yong’an rebellion asked Jun Wu to set on Xianle.)
These turn of events, the end of the war turning out with Yong’an’s victory, were all within Jun Wu’s plans which have played out perfectly. The pressure on Yong’an, sowing discontentment between the two planets, supporting King Lang Ying’s army, and the exile of the Xianle royal family has given Jun Wu the one thing he truly wanted- Xie Lian himself within the palm of his hand.
Instead of being taken in and slain by the Yong’an forces, his royal highness Xie Lian was shackled and was presented kneeling before Jun Wu, all the guards quickly departing from Jun Wu’s throne room. The queen of Xianle had begged him like a noblewoman of her rank never had to before to help her son, trusting that the noble intergalactic Emperor Jun Wu would take better care of her beloved son than Yong’an would.
Perhaps she was lucky to be dead now instead of having to witness how far her son would fall- she was correct that Jun Wu never had any intentions to kill the prince. No, he had much more planned for Xie Lian than death.
Jun Wu examined Xie Lian, dressed in unassuming robes rather than fine brocade. But his golden eyes were soft like peach blossoms, elegant and regal, making him unmistakable to recognize as royalty even if he were amongst a thousand others.
“Welcome aboard my ship, Xianle.”
Xie Lian startles from the address, but bows shakily, “My lord, I offer my sincerest thanks for rescuing me from the Yong’an soldiers but may I ask… why I was brought here?”
Xie Lian had heard grand tales of Jun Wu, stories that painted the man in a benevolent light. While he was shaken by the suffering he endured after the war, the prince believed he would be met with kindness and gentleness from such a revered man.
Jun Wu tapped his fingers along the armrest of his throne, “You’ll be taking residence under my wing from now on.”
“When can I go back home?”
Jun Wu felt the corner of his mouth twist upward and forced himself to flatten out his expression. “Your life as you knew it has been destroyed. Your position in the world has shifted. I’m willing to help you understand your new position, though.”
He gestured for Xie Lian to come forward. The prince’s brows furrowed, but he stood up to stand in front of Jun Wu, head still bowed.
Jun Wu reached out, tugging on Xie Lian’s handcuffs to drag him face to face with him, “You’re mine and mine to do whatever I so please with. If I were any crueler of a man, I could ransom you back to Yong’an. I could torture you or humiliate you and broadcast it in front of millions. But it’s up to you and your behavior on how your stay here will go.”
A bead of sweat rolled down Xie Lian’s temple, “... I understand, my lord.”
Jun Wu laughed, “I don’t think you do. Not yet.”
He pulled apart the lapels of Xie Lian’s outer robe, letting the fabric bunch up at his elbows. Jun Wu’s eyes never strayed from Xie Lian’s face, watching as it went from confusion, to bright red with outrage, to pale with fear. Jun Wu’s intentions with Xie Lian had become completely clear to him, and it horrified him.
It was when Jun Wu went to undo Xie Lian’s belt that the prince shouted, “Please, wait!”
Jun Wu paused before leaning back. Xie Lian doesn’t speak again, smart enough not to beg for mercy- maybe he would have, before the war when he was a naive and spoiled little thing. But this was a man who had slayed hundreds with his own hands, given the orders to his armies to kill thousands. One who was once beloved by the entire galaxy was now ridiculed. Xie Lian had fallen far from his pedestal at the top of the world.
Xie Lian swallowed roughly, eyes darting across the room, but the only exit was the door he entered through at the end of the hall. If he started running, Jun Wu could easily incapacitate him before he crossed even half of the room’s length. He doesn’t run.
“How do you want to do this then?” Jun Wu asked, because something certainly was going to happen today. He wouldn’t leave Xie Lian under the impression he was a guest here, no.
He was Jun Wu’s slave to do with as he pleased.
“Can I… can I keep my clothes on? Please?” Xie Lian fidgeted, fixing his disheveled robes.
Jun Wu hummed, “Since you’ve asked so nicely, you can. I’m not a monster, you’ve been very well-behaved so far, Xianle. But you still have to service me, do you know what to do?”
“Ah, I don’t- I’ve never…”
“Get on your knees.”
Jun Wu would’ve preferred not to beat around the bush and enjoyed Xie Lian to the fullest, admiring the prince’s naked form while breaking in his virgin hole. But Xie Lian’s mouth would do, his lips were rosy and plush, and would look perfect wrapped around Jun Wu’s dick.
Xie Lian was stubborn for a moment, the line of his mouth thinning as he stood up straight and proud like the royalty he was born into, but Jun Wu stared him down. If he had to get persuasive with the prince, he would.
Thankfully, Xie Lian broke line of sight, eyes darting to the floor as he slowly kneeled in front of Jun Wu’s throne.
Xie Lian was a man who used to have the pride that came from his position as well as his people’s love. But he had come to see how quickly those people spat on his name as Yong’an conquered them. While on the run in the country his family once ruled, Xie Lian saw and experienced many manner of horrors. He was now aware of how dark the world could get. It was a bitter pill to swallow, though, that even great men like Jun Wu could be part of the worst of them, with all the power in the world to refute opposition.
“Very good,” Jun Wu praised. Positive reinforcement always worked wonders, after all. “Now, open up my robes and wrap your hands around my cock.”
“Think of this like so- you're hesitating over the semantics of your culpability. Nothing more. You could do what I ask of you, or let me do what I please- and I'd rather have you stripped of your clothing and face pressed to the floor- what do you want?”
“I want- I want to go back home.”
“The palace of the Xianle royal family has been burnt down. Home doesn’t exist anymore.”
Xie Lian’s face finally went completely blank. Jun Wu could sympathize, his own home planet was reduced to nothing but ash, millennia ago and the name of it was long forgotten by civilization. But the stars continue to burn, planets circled suns, and the name of the kingdom of Xianle will one day return to stardust, forgotten as well.
Xie Lian moved stiffly as he finally moved to undo Jun Wu’s belts, parting his silk robes before reaching for Jun Wu’s dick. He freed Jun Wu’s length from his pants, where he was already hard in anticipation. Xie Lian stared at Jun Wu’s cock in intimidation, it was larger than his own and was flushed red with thick veins running along the underside of it.
The prince floundered, though, unsure what to do next.
“Use your mouth, Xianle.”
Xie Lian’s eyes widened, “I don’t know if I can.”
“If you don’t wish to take the reins, I will,” Jun Wu said, the full implications of his words clear. We can do this the way you want, or the way I want.
Jun Wu’s desires scared Xie Lian. He could see beyond Jun Wu’s gentle smile where his eyes were hungry. The Emperor wanted to tear him apart, Xie Lian understood that much.
Reluctantly, Xie Lian leaned down to press his lips to the tip of his cock. He found that the skin there was warm and smelled slightly musky. He ran his tongue down the length of him, grimacing at the salt taste.
Jun Wu wrapped a hand around the back of Xie Lian’s neck, not yet pushing but there was a gravitas to his touch. It weighed down on Xie Lian.
Xie Lian took in a deep breath, slowly exhaling. His heart was beating violently in his chest, but he moved back to the tip to wrap his lips around it. He powered through his knee-jerk disgust and tried taking in more of the length. It was difficult when his lips pulled taut around the width of it and the sensation of something pressing against his soft palette made him want to gag.
He slowly worked his head back and forth, trying to disconnect from the reality of his situation. Whether it was his turbulent emotions or the physical discomfort he was being put through, Xie Lian’s eyes started to water.
Jun Wu let Xie Lian go at his slow pace, reveling in the tight heat of the prince’s mouth. Jun Wu could feel every time Xie Lian’s breath stuttered, or when his tongue twitched, unsure what to do and how to move his mouth. Xie Lian was a novice, which meant Jun Wu had plenty to teach him. He was excited to see the once noble and pure prince of Xianle on his knees, sucking Jun Wu’s dick, and he was excited for what the future held. He would forge Xie Lian into the shape of what he wanted him to become, until his body would welcome what it knew was its master.
Jun Wu finally urged Xie Lian’s head to slide down the rest of the way, burying himself to the hilt in the prince’s throat. He held Xie Lian in place for a moment as the man struggled- then let up on the pressure.
Xie Lian jerked backward all the way off of the length. He coughed, holding his throat gingerly. Jun Wu allowed him to have a moment to catch his breath, watching apathetically as Xie Lian shook hunched over on the floor.
“I- why me? Why- why do this?” Xie Lian’s voice cracked. Jun Wu enjoyed how much he was already destroying him, he would enjoy destroying him further.
“Hm, why?” Jun Wu said, “There are plenty of reasons, many of which you would not understand. But mostly- you were naive, and then suffered. I intend to make you suffer plenty more.”
Xie Lian stared at him helplessly.
“Can I stop now?”
Jun Wu tutted, “You’ve already asked for so much. Finish what you’ve started, dear prince.”
Xie Lian breathed shakily, but returned to what he was doing before, sinking down onto Jun Wu’s length. His movements were clumsy and he was clearly inexperienced, but Jun Wu derived the most pleasure from seeing how Xie Lian’s face twisted up in despair as he struggled around the weight in his mouth. With a soft sigh, Jun Wu felt his pleasure crest and came down Xie Lian’s throat.
Xie Lian coughed and spluttered in the aftermath. His throat burned and tears rolled down his cheeks. Everywhere where his skin made contact with Jun Wu’s burned and his whole body was trembling. He felt like a flower torn apart by the winds, made uglier for having weathered the storm.
Meanwhile, Jun Wu tidied himself up, tying close his robes and straightening out any wrinkles before calling for a servant to bring over a tray. Jun Wu took a cup offered to him, and held out the water to Xie Lian.
Xie Lian eyed in warily, but accepted it. He quickly gulped down the water to wash away the salty taste in his mouth.
It didn’t help. Xie Lian felt as if the taste and scent of Jun Wu were burned into him. Jun Wu had seamlessly fixed himself up and looked the same as before, but Xie Lian felt like a mess. His hair was tangled by Jun Wu’s grip, his mouth burned, and his eyes were reddened and puffy from crying. Could the servants tell what had just occurred in the room just by his appearance?
Xie Lian was mortified. He felt like he had become a wildly different person than the one who had first entered the room, and he started to cry in earnest uncaring of who witnessed his breakdown.
Xie Lian was pliant as Jun Wu wrapped his arms around him, cooing softly, “It’s alright now. You’ll be okay. The war is over.”
And though Xie Lian felt revolted at the contact, the calming voice of Jun Wu as he stroked a hand comfortingly up and down Xie Lian’s back helped him feel a bit better.
“Would you like to lie down now? You’ve had a long day,” Jun Wu asked, once again wearing the persona of the benevolent Emperor, one could have never guessed what depraved things he had just done and forced Xie Lian to do.
Xie Lian’s throat hurt too much to speak, so he simply nodded. He was tired.
Jun Wu called in servants to set up a bath and led Xie Lian to his new quarters, rooms set up next to Jun Wu’s area of the ship. He bid goodnight to the exhausted-looking prince, admiring how red and bullied his mouth still looked, and started walking back to his own bedroom.
Today was a slow day, taking it easy with Xianle for the prince’s first time, but Jun Wu delighted in knowing the future held much more for them to explore.