172 — A Fever Dream V (Conclusion)

Eun Ha's POV:

"What should I do, Your Grace?"

Jae-il's voice was quiet, oddly melodic, so full of conviction and reverence. It rumbled up like the purring engines of a spacecraft, making her chest flutter.

Eun Ha beckoned him forward with a wave of her hand.

He rose to his feet and approached the Empress. She beckoned him further closer. He leaned in. She spoke softly, conspiratorially, in his ear, relishing the feel of his nearness and his warmth. "Listen closely, my faithful commander. Since we don't have much time before this entire fleet becomes nothing more than stardust, I need to enjoy what little moments we have left."

Jae-il listened intently. "My life is yours to command."

Eun Ha's heart pounded against her chest. She was supposed to be the one feeling all-powerful and domineering. Instead, she felt like a young maiden being offered the world on a silver platter. She thought she'd have blushed right about now, that she'd have stuttered, hesitated, even.

But she wasn't herself anymore. She was The Empress. And an Empress didn't hesitate.

"You say you're my star commander, correct?" She asked, leaning back on her throne, putting a bit of space between them, but not enough to diminish the intimacy.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jae-il answered promptly, not an ounce of falsehood in his earnest eyes. "Always."

If she asked him to plunge a blade through his heart, he'd have done so before she'd even finish her sentence.

If she asked him to kiss her, he would, with a passion that would rival the most dying stars.

If she asked him to strip naked and make love to her on the cold floor of the bridge—

Surely, he'd do it.

Eun Ha's eyes fluttered.

There was no anxiety.

Certainly no fear.

Only a feverish, heady excitement.

She reached out with a trembling hand and traced the sharp line of his jaw. He flinched at the contact, then relaxed, leaning into her touch as if it were a lifeline. The texture of the uniform's high collar was rough under her fingertips, but the skin of his neck was smooth, warm.

"Then... show me." The Empress said, her gaze unwavering. "Show me the depth of your devotion."

"What should I...?" Jae-il's voice was a little hoarse—was he finally catching the insinuation?

She licked her lips. "I'll need you to place your hand here."

She laid his hand on her inner thigh.

She could see him inhale sharply, purple eyes widening, pupils dilating. His voice, though steady, came out a hushed breath of disbelief. "... is this your command, Your Majesty?"

Eun Ha's smile was slow and sharp as she leaned forward, her lips just barely brushing against the shell of his ear. Her other hand came up to rest on the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in the short, soft hair there. "It is."

Jae-il's eyes fluttered shut. He was a devout, faithful follower. He would do as she said, for she was his goddess. His Empress. The only woman he'd ever swear fealty to.

She pressed down with the hand she had placed on his, guiding it further up her thigh, under the heavy silken fabric of her regal gown.

The material rustled as his hand disappeared under the fabric.

His fingers, hesitant at first, then bolder, explored the soft skin beneath, tracing the delicate lace of her garter belt. The ship shuddered again, a violent tremor that sent them both stumbling. Jae-il's other arm shot out, bracing against the armrest of her throne, caging her in.

Eun Ha spread her legs wider, her back bowed low, a sudden arc in posture neither an empress nor a mother would dare take upon a galactic bridge, but it hardly mattered in this place.

She wasn't sick anymore.

There were no physical or psychological barriers keeping her from enjoying her little dream fantasy. The more Jae-il trailed his hand up her thigh, the deeper her pleasure settled in the pit of her stomach.

Jae-il was barely touching her and she already felt like the best part of her would spill, release, flood from every single crevice and pore of her body.

She blinked up at him, through a haze that only amplified his beautiful eyes and sharp jaw, the full shape of his lips and his broad shoulders.

She bit her lip as his thumb teased at the delicate spot over her underwear. The other three of his fingers drew small circles on her outer thigh.

"Touch me more..." She breathed.

And her every word was a command.

Her breath hitched at the brush of his thumb against her most sensitive bundle of nerves. He pressed down, rubbing the moisture along her slit, drawing small circles, each time with more intent, applying more pressure until her vision was starting to fade.

"Ngh~"

Eun Ha buried her face against the broad curve of his neck.

His thumb kept making lazy loops right where she wanted it most, building her heat enough to leave a shameful damp of wetness on the expensive padding underneath her.

Jae-il moved two fingers inside her, curling just enough to make her spine arc off the back of the throne, her fingers tangling in his hair, clinging tight. The other hand fumbled with the buckles on his pants, loosening it just enough.

"Ah! More~" The Empress breathed against his neck. "More~"

His lips grazed the shell of her ear, the pad of his tongue and the sharp, small teeth sending shivers down her spine, a mirror of the ones still steadily rocking her core, lurching with the tumbling ship.

He obliged.

With his fingers buried so deep into her, Eun Ha didn't have enough space to hold him tight, and soon, her grip went from tight to vice-like. "Jae-il." She managed to say, though each exhale was coming faster, shorter, harsher. "I need... ah, fuck, I..."

Eun Ha gasped against his neck, sucking at the salty skin there without quite meaning to. Her hips rose to meet each beautiful stroke of an equally beautiful and strong hand.

His fingers worked faster, dragging her pleasure higher and higher until white-hot fire poured through her veins, leaving her shaking and slick beneath regal silk.

When she came, her entire body convulsed. An empress had no business sobbing as an orgasm tore through her, but her hips bucked against his hand anyway, waves of pleasure cresting higher until she bit sharply into his leather-garbed shoulder to muffle her sounds.

She shuddered through the aftershocks, fingers clamped like manacles in his dark hair. When her tremors subsided, The Empress slowly lifted her head. Red bloomed in patches across Jae-il's shoulders where her teeth had marked him through his uniform. His purple eyes watched her with unsettling composure. His fingers remained motionless inside her—waiting as patiently as any loyal soldier.

Eun Ha's lips peeled back in something far too feral to be a smile. With strength born of fury and fever alike, she pushed. Shoved hard against his scalp until her son-turned-commander bent to her will.

"Your work." She snarled while forcing him downward, spreading her thighs obscenely wide across her throne. "Left quite a mess, don't you think so?"

Her skirt peeled back to reveal the ruin, the glistening trails of fluid tracking paths along inner pale thighs, soaking silk into near-transparency.

"Clean it."

Eun Ha would've been extremely mortified and ashamed of the words leaving her lips, but inside this dream, her voice came as strong and powerful as that of a starship Empress.

Jae-il immediately took the command to heart, sinking to his knees in front of the throne. With a sense of urgency, yet carefulness and reverence, he peeled away the drenched cloth covering her most intimate place. The very place he had once come out of as a babe, sent off to the depths of space.

One wouldn't find another situation such as this, a son about to touch a forbidden area, lips upon his mother's most treasured and precious spot.

But if someone were to find it, the same one would certainly find it between this Empress and her star commander.

Between Eun Ha and Jae-il.

The boy bent lower, breathing heavily as his nose dipped between her thighs, eyes glassy with desire and lust, something which no proper mother should've seen her own child express when looking at her.

Yet...

She enjoyed it, which had certainly been made evident in the way she hissed and writhed against the leather cushion.

Eun Ha yanked his head between her legs, nails scrabbling frantically against the armrests and gripping her throne. "Open that pretty mouth wide for me, little star." Her words slurred together, running thickly with desire.

And she felt his warm breaths against the flushed, moist folds, making her already pulsating warmth flare like wildfire.

His mouth began its path, trailing and exploring, leaving featherlight touches, causing Eun Ha to gasp quietly and wantonly at every new contact made. She allowed the feeling to grow as he slowly sucked, licked, his fingers spreading her folds in a way that would've sent her mother rolling in the grave.

He didn't bother with finesse. He eagerly licked up what he'd spilled with broad, confident strokes that made her arch up to meet him again—greedy now, shameless under dim bridge lights as a distant starship siren echoed somewhere beyond their own twisted, filthy bubble.

Something like this couldn't exist outside of it.

She knew that, somehow.

An empress who would have her son like this couldn't.

Could never.

In the waking world, she'd die before ever suggesting this, and yet, here, his lips and tongue traced paths on her overheated flesh that had her gasping, clenching, reaching down to thread her fingers in his hair once more and hold him tightly in place as she jerked and moaned into an all-consuming second orgasm.

Her eyes, despite their dream-like haze, caught a few silhouettes walking around in their peripheral vision.

Weren't they alone until just a few moments ago?

No, she was sure they were.

There was supposed to be no one but them.

The silhouettes slowly evolved into proper shapes. Two, no... four crew members were gathered at a nearby console.

They stood at attention along the periphery of the room, lined up against the bulkheads where the star-charts flickered.

To her left stood Mia and Su Ah.

They wore matching grey flight suits, high-collared and pressed crisp. Their hands were clasped respectfully behind their backs, their faces smooth and blank as porcelain dolls. They didn't look angry. They didn't look jealous. They simply watched, their eyes tracking the movement of their brother's head between their mother's thighs with the detached interest of officers observing the main viewscreen.

Su Ah met her eyes, gave her a tight, cold smile, and then turned her gaze forward with perfect parade ground attention.

It was Mia's expression that caught and held the Empress's attention, though.

There was a hint of malicious jealousy, just visible in her otherwise smooth and blank porcelain gaze. Mia had her long blond hair swept into a tight bun, the strict, austere uniform was a complete juxtaposition to the casual outfits Eun Ha was so accustomed to seeing the girl wearing.

Despite the frost on her daughter's face, the latter did nothing to interrupt what was happening, what had transpired in the first place between the mother-and-son pair. In fact, Mia kept her focus ahead.

Further back, near the airlock, stood Yeong Gu. He wore the heavy, decorated coat of an Admiral. He wasn't looking at her. He was staring out the viewport at the swirling nebula, completely disinterested, as if his wife being pleasured by their son was as mundane as people in daily life looking out the window and watching the traffic outside their workplace.

Eun Ha tried to gasp, tried to close her legs, but Jae-il gripped her hips tighter, his mouth unrelenting. He didn't seem to care that they were there. He didn't stop.

Then, a figure stepped out from the shadows of the medical bay.

Dr. Han. Her long white coat was immaculate, a datapad held in her hand. She wasn't watching the scene with shock. She was observing, her head cocked, making notes.

"Unusual maternal response to filial stimulation." Dr. Han's clinical voice cut through the Empress' moans. "Subject demonstrates heightened synesthetic responses and a complete breakdown of conventional ethical boundaries. Note the lack of shame in front of primary familial units. Fascinating."

Eun Ha's blood ran cold, even as her body burned with fever and pleasure. She was an exhibit. A specimen.

She wanted to scream, to push Jae-il away, to cover herself, but her body wouldn't obey. She pulled him deeper into her core, grinding herself on that filial tongue.

She was a prisoner to the dream's logic, a puppet whose strings were pulled by a deeper, darker desire she had acknowledged but refused to manifest.

Dr. Han approached the throne, her expression one of detached curiosity. She bent down to where Jae-il's head was between her thighs, and Eun Ha had no doubt the therapist could perfectly see the scene unfolding in all its obscene glory.

Her pussy being eaten out by Jae-il.

The nectar that was being lapped up before they could stain the throne.

The Empress squeezed her eyes shut. Her hips bucked.

"Your Majesty." Dr. Han said, addressing Eun Ha directly. "How would you rate your satisfaction on a scale of one to ten? One being mild discomfort, ten being ecstatic transcendence."

"......!!"

Eun Ha stared at her, mouth agape, a fresh wave of climax seizing her body.

"I'll take that as a ten." Dr. Han scribbled on her datapad.

Jae-il sucked harder.

The universe outside the window exploded into light.

…

Eun Ha woke up screaming.