Episode 2- Part 1. The Tyrant

Ashria offered no resistance as she was dragged through the gardens, her limp body dragged helplessly by the servants.

As if that weren’t bad enough, her body was bound with a soft cloth.

Her wrists were bound together and pulled upward, and her body was pinned to a tea table in the garden.

The sun beat down on her flabby body.

Ashria was forced to spread her legs wide apart in broad daylight on the garden table, n*ked.

But even more shocking was the presence of a large black h*rse on its hind legs, ready to run at her at any moment.

Ashria opened her eyes shyly, then shut them all together as the sunlight broke through.

She could hear the chatter of several servants and the hooves of the black horse, which seemed to be going into a mad rampage, quite loudly.

‘I’d rather be trampled to death….’

Ashria muttered wistfully to herself, while Askaar’s expression grew somber. His eyes had been full of anticipation before, but now they were crinkled in disbelief.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty… I want to thank the Empress….”

A nearby servant asks once more, without looking up. Askaar clicks his tongue in annoyance and waves him away.

“You’d better not make me say it twice.”

“Yes, well, then, right now….”

“Unhitch the horse.”

The horses were no ordinary horses ridden by common nobles. It was a well-trained warhorse of a very rare breed. It was so large that it seemed impossible for a full-grown woman to ride it alone.

The sun was beating down hard, making the Saccharine Warhorse’s coat glisten with fierce bravery. The glossy sheen showed it had been well cared for.

Opening her eyes, Ashria saw the hideous thing between the steed’s legs and closed them again.

The horse’s p*nis, which looked completely unlike a human’s and had a slightly angled tip, was protruding from its epidermis and rattling around.

The only good thing about this misfortune was that it didn’t seem to be too painful.

At first glance, the horse’s c*ck didn’t appear to be much different in thickness than Askaar’s. However, he also had countless bumps, and I would have preferred a smooth horse p*nis.

The pounding of hooves echoed through the garden as the servant’s grip on the horse’s reins loosened.

The horse gasped harshly as it dug its heels into the grassy soil of the garden. He looked at Ashria, laid out on the table like a fine meal, and gave one loud whinny.

Purr, the beast’s sound echoed loudly throughout the palace. Ashria braced herself as if intuiting what was about to happen.

‘Make it quick….’

Now that she was on estrogen, she was probably going to try to thrust her d*ck right into her without looking back. Knowing that holding out wouldn’t do much good, she was willing to help make it easier for him if he tried to penetrate.

That way it would be over sooner.

The fiery flesh twitched between her spread legs. For a moment, she thought she was about to be pummeled by an ugly horse’s c*ck with her p*ssy gaping open.

A completely unfamiliar touch slid between Ashria’s legs.

“Hmph….”

She shuddered at the unexpected touch and lifted her eyelids. Damp, hot flesh began to press against her p*ssy, but this was not the sensation she was expecting.

“Ah…!”

Something slimy burrowed relentlessly between Ashria’s l*bia. When she opened her eyes in surprise, the first thing she saw was a horse with his head buried between her legs.

“What the hell…

He’s not human, and why is he l*cking my p*ssy with his mouth? If it was an animal, it would f*ck me as fast as it could….

Ashria twisted her pelvis unwillingly, but the horse concentrated on l*cking beneath her.

A ghastly-looking mound of flesh poked its head out from between her still-sturdy hind legs.

She l*cked for a long time as if she recognized the difference in size between her and me. It looked like it was trying to play ball.

The beast’s tongue flicked across her c*nt, pressing into the swollen flesh. It l*cked this way and that around the bulging cl*toris, and when clear water began to trickle from the opening, it waited, then slid its tongue inside.

“Hmph….”

Ashria stifled a groan and narrowed her inner walls. The long horse’s tongue darted in and out of her h*le, swirling the flesh around.

With a gurgling sound, the dryness between her legs was suddenly w*t.

It was something she hadn’t expected a horse to do to me.

‘What the hell is wrong with you….’

I resented the fact that my bottom was getting w*t by a mere horse, and I was ashamed to think that I was no better than an animal.

Askaar must be enjoying this.

But contrary to what she thought, he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.

It was strangely unpleasant to see Ashria, with her worldly face sagging and her legs spread wide for the horse, offering no resistance. It made him feel sick to his stomach.

She wasn’t supposed to be lying there like that.

I didn’t like the fact that she didn’t cry or get upset about being f*cked.

The horse, who had been l*cking and s*cking underneath Ashria for some time, began to settle down in earnest when he saw that her h*le had been freed.

The horse’s muscular legs hit the ground with a heavy thud. I opened my eyes to find the horse’s throbbing c*ck rubbing against my p*ssy.

Slippery, hot, and hard. It was a completely unfamiliar touch, unlike human flesh.

The slightly angled tip of the horse’s p*nis burrowed between my spread l*bia, seeking out my stretched v*g*na. Being a horse, he couldn’t find the human woman’s h*le easily.

The horse grunted and arched his back this way and that. But instead of penetrating, it rubbed her cl*t and slid up her lower belly. Ashria lifted her hips slightly. She rubbed her p*ssy against the beast’s p*nis to make it easier for the horse to enter.

Askaar chuckled at the sight.

“I didn’t make a human foal, I made a beast foal.”

I’d left her to sob on the horse’s c*ck, but instead of crying, she was swaying her hips with the horse’s help, and I couldn’t help but feel ridiculous.

I felt defeated for some reason, even though I was the one who verbally ordered him to r*pe her. Only a very thick sense of defeat and displeasure remained, making him feel dizzy inside.

Busily rubbing his c*ck for penetration, he found a tiny slit of flesh and plunged his p*nis straight in.

The hard flesh of the horse’s sh*ft pushed against Ashria’s drenched h*le, stretching it open. The slickness of our flesh rubbing against each other was dizzying because we were both soaked with our juices.

Ashria gasped at the immense pressure, but it wasn’t as painful as she’d expected.

“Hmph, hmph….”

This was better than Askaar. The first time I faced him, I thought I was going to be torn in half and die.

For all his ruthlessness and violence, he seemed more like a horse on steroids to me.

If Askaar were to find out, he would be furious with humiliation.

Even so, Ashria thought, she felt the beast below her.

“Hmph, hmph….”

The gaping h*le looked so pitiful, and she felt sorry for it as it gagged on the horse’s c*ck.

Unaware of this, the horse slowly withdrew his impaled c*ck and plunged into me again, deeper and deeper.

“Hmm…!”

The horse’s marks stretched across her flattened stomach. It was a grotesque sight, but Askaar still watched the mating of his daughter and the beast with impassive eyes.

Unlike the shovel-shaped gl*ns of the human man, the horse’s c*ck, which had a slightly squared-off tip, scraped against her inner walls until her loins throbbed.

With a gurgling, erotic sound, the horse’s hips jerked, rubbing his ej*culate against the tightly folded lining of my v*g*na.

Whenever the horse’s c*ck plunged deep into my c*nt, it felt like sparks were flying in front of my eyes. Ashria let out a little gasp of pl*asure, narrowing her h*le even further. The horse picked up the pace of his thrusts, which seemed to excite her even more.

The length of a human man’s forearm slid mercilessly in and out of the tiny opening without pause. Through the smooth, white flesh, the throbbing p*nis of the beast appeared.

Ashria shuddered, her back arching involuntarily.

“Hmph, hmph, ugh, ugh…!”

A groan escaped her lips as she struggled to hold it back from the violent thrusting of her insides. Moreover, the sound was not a scream or a cry, but a muffled ankaline scream.

It was like being crushed by a horse.

I wondered how my life had come to this.

Unlike humans, horses are a bit clumsy, and their panting only increases Ashria’s pl*asure. She poked and rubbed in unexpected places, and the tiny h*le cried out in stretching pl*asure.

With a faint moan, she arched her back and humped. As she soaked in her pl*asure, Askaar’s face grew darker and darker as she became wetter and wetter.

The beast’s flesh slid in and out of her gaping lbi*a. Gurgling, sticky juices dripped from her slit.

As Ashria sobbed with tears of pl*asure, the horse, which had been busy panting, let out a grunt and l*cked her cheek.

The black horse’s tongue flicked across her tear-streaked cheeks. It looked like it was trying to wipe away the tears.

“Hmph, hmph… Ha, don’t….”

The horse only wanted to l*ck her cheeks, but the difference in size between her and the horse made it so that he could reach the corners of her eyes.

The tickling sensation made Ashria stifle a small giggle.

“Ha… ha, ha… ugh… tickle….”

By now, the moisture in her eyes was long gone, and the horse was no longer l*cking Ashria’s cheeks. Instead, it merely nudged her cheek playfully with its pointed snout.

“Hmph, hmph… ah!”

Ashria squeezed her eyes shut in surprise as the thick c*ck pierced her inner walls. The hot flesh rubbed against her lining, thrusting in and out repeatedly, while the horse gently nuzzled her cheek as if to stroke her hair. But with her hands bound, Ashria could not touch the black horse’s face as he desired.

“Ah, ahh… ahhh… ahhhh… gently… just a little….”

The black horse’s humping speed increased as he approached cl*max. Something the size of a stake pushed through the cramped h*le, spreading it wide and thrusting mercilessly.

“Hmph, hmph…!”

One thing was for sure, it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had the first time with Askaar.

Askaar stared at the two of them with an uncomfortable expression on her face. The skinny woman was throwing her arms around her waist as if in defiance, even against a horse many times her size. Her small br*asts bounced up and down as the horse reared furiously. She had a look on her face that she had never seen before as if she was trying to communicate with the horse.

A part of me wanted to choke the life out of her and substitute my c*ck for her, which I would have done if she hadn’t been a very rare breed of horse, one of the few in the empire.

It was ridiculous, but for the first time in her life, Ashria was feeling the emotional connection between a man and a horse.

The gaunt black stallion tilted his head, squinting as if to gauge Ashria’s moods and perceptions.

“I hear you’ve been taking some kind of estrogen…

Ashria whimpered softly, both amused and grateful that she sounded so obedient even while panting with pl*asure.

“Hmm… thank you.”

Thank you, I thought as if things had gotten weird, but she meant it anyway.

Compared to Askaar, who was tying me up and ramming his c*ck into me mercilessly, Mal was a gentleman.

The first time Askaar told me to f*ck him, I felt like the sky was falling, because he was so much less than an animal, but the horse was so much better than that.

The c*ck that had been pulled out suddenly pierced my inner walls and began to move like a hissing snake. An incomparable amount of s*men filled Ashria’s h*le.

Even as he rammed his c*ck into her, he kept eye contact with her and gently nuzzled her cheek. The gesture was somehow endearing, and Ashria couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up in her throat.

In the end, it was Askaar who felt dirty.

With a small click of his tongue, he rose from his seat and left. Once the Emperor was out of sight, the users groggily untied Ashria and examined her.

Ashria watched the emperor’s back as he disappeared into a speck, then glanced at the horse. When their eyes met, the horse nuzzled the nape of her neck and her cheek, as if he were pleased.

Afraid to untie her bound hands, Ashria gently stroked the stallion’s forehead. The stallion breathed softly, as if pleased, and allowed her to touch his face.

Seeing them like that, the users couldn’t hide their surprise.

“My God… I’ve never seen Eton so docile before.”

“Eton?”

“Ah, it’s his name.”

The maids hastily wrapped large cloths around Ashria’s body to support her. As Ashria began to walk away, the black horse stared at her wistfully.

“Curious.”

It was a feeling I had never felt before in my life.

Caring and connection.

It was ridiculous, no matter how many times she thought about it, but Ashria smiled and waved to the horse.

Another time, another chance, she thought.

* * *

“My Lady, it is Her Majesty’s command that you change your quarters.”

When I return from washing up, the maids in the room ruffle their hair as if they’ve been waiting for me.

“From this day forward, you must share a room with His Majesty.”

“…What?”

Ashria stammered, dumbfounded. But they’re just users. They don’t say anything, they just do what they’re supposed to do.

“I will show you to His Majesty’s bedroom.”

The place had changed before she had a chance to adjust to the new location.

Ashria let out a small sigh.

I could almost see it. It was obvious that because I had tried to kill myself, she wanted to keep me around to make sure I didn’t do it again.

Knowing that resisting would change nothing, Ashria resignedly moved her legs to follow the maids.

They made their way out of the pretty courtyard and into the large, magnificent main palace at the center of the city. The palace was dotted with more knights than she could count, and there seemed to be quite a few knights patrolling in groups.
 
Ashria’s brow furrowed at the sight of the heavy guard. This is why she wouldn’t be able to commit suicide.

The atmosphere was also quite different from what she was used to; the knights here were all in high spirits.

One of the huge golden doors opened to reveal a fairly simple office.

“Welcome.”

And there was Askaar, sitting there, seemingly at work. Ashria’s brow furrowed involuntarily at the sight of him. It was instinctive.

“Leave her alone.”

With a gesture of his hand, the knights and handmaidens beside him all bowed and retreated. Askaar sits back down and reads the papers in my hand, speaking impassively.

“Sit there.”

Ashria glanced at him, then eased her b*tt into a nearby couch. The fluffy sensation was quite pleasant.

‘Fluffy….’

This soft, fluffy sensation was something I never got used to, no matter how many times I experienced it. Perhaps it was because she had always lived on the cold basement floor, but Ashria had a particular fondness for fluffy things.

The corner of her mouth twitched upward, forgetting that Askaar was in front of her. Her little fingers poked at the couch.

Askaar looked up from his papers and glanced at Ashria, who was too busy fidgeting on the couch to realize I was looking at her.

At my foolishness, Askaar waggled his eyebrows once, then spoke.

“Empress.”

Ashria stiffened, wiping the smirk off her face like she’d done it before.

“…….”

Seeing the coldness in Ashria’s eyes, Askaar’s mood turned unpleasant.

“If you make that same choice one more time, you won’t be able to die, and you’ll be living a hell of a life.”

As if the threatening warning was expected, Ashria replied without a word.

“…Yes, I see.”

I was going to die anyway, so I figured I’d just try my best to make it through the next 300 days.

“If you listen to me carefully, I won’t argue with you.

With that thought, Ashria sat still on the couch and held her breath, as if she were an ornament in an office. Pale.

With that thought, Ashria sat still on the couch and held her breath, as if she were an ornament in an office. Even so, her pale face made her look like a doll as she sat motionless.

Askaar’s gaze drifted to Ashria, who was sitting dourly at her desk.

I didn’t like the way she seemed to stop flirting with him, as if she had never flirted with him before.

Of course, Ashria had no intention of stopping flirting, nor had she ever flirted with horses in the first place, but that’s what it looked like to Askaar, who was secretly twisted in the gut anyway.

Frowning slightly, he tugged at a string at his side and summoned the maid.

“You asked for me, Your Majesty.”

Askaar glared at the handmaiden who came running to him. The way you’re staring at me after I summoned you, it’s not pretty. I’m sure I’ve summoned you to do something, but I’m offended that you’ve opened your mouth to speak.

At the sight of his unintelligible eyes, only the maidservant cowered.

Only after a long silence does Askaar speak.

“Prepare strawberry cake and tea.”

He didn’t like the idea of her sitting there with a fat face, so he let her go, even if it meant she’d wake up, Askaar thought, and forced his gaze back to the papers.

It wasn’t long before the palace maids brought in a sumptuous array of strawberry cakes and cookies. Along with fragrant black tea.

Ashria glanced over at Askaar, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

Why these desserts all of a sudden?

This must be one of his tricks to torment me, she thought, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. In the meantime, desserts were constantly being placed in front of her, many of which were topped with luscious strawberries.

There was no way she could eat it all by herself.

Ashria’s brow furrowed as she pondered his meaning.

“He wants me to eat all of it.

He wants to torture me with food.

Now that I think about it, it makes sense. There’s no way the emperor would pay for a cake with the blood of his subjects. I’m sure he wants to see me struggle with my full stomach.

The dessert procession ends just as Ashria finishes her thought. She sighs as she looks at the stacks of three-tiered trays and countless plates.

Seemingly focused on his work, Askaar put down his papers and stared at her. It was an unspoken urging to eat.

Ashria chewed on her lip, fidgeting with the hem of my dress. Then the Emperor’s impassive voice echoed through the chamber.

“…Eat.”

He’s trying to feed me all of this.

Dejected, she hid her displeasure and forced herself to pick up her fork. The Emperor’s gaze falls as Ashria begins to crumble the cake.

* * *

I think I’m going to throw up…

She was already on her fourth slice of cake and grunted in agony. Ashria had always had a short mouth, but eating sweets like this made her stomach churn.

She wonder how long she’ll keep eating.

Ashria glanced at Askaar, his eyes still fixed on the papers.

‘He can’t go a day without tormenting me.

With that thought, she forced herself to take another bite of cake. Then a wave of nausea washed over me.

“Ugh….”

Askaar’s fierce gaze bore into her. For a moment, Ashria stiffened, feeling the vicious gaze on me.

“Oh, Daddy….”

She cautiously called out to him. Askaar shook his head impatiently as if he didn’t know why she was calling him.

” I’m sorry… I can’t… eat anymore.”

His eyebrows furrowed at her words.

If she couldn’t eat anymore, what was she expecting me to do, shove all this food down her skinny little throat?

At a loss for words, Askaar made no reply, merely staring at Ashria.

His reaction made her even more uncomfortable. Ashria carefully set down her fork as she watched him. She breathed a small sigh of relief when he didn’t yell at her or get angry. Her tiny chest puffed out once, then deflated.

Her stomach felt bloated from eating so much.

She swallowed a few mouthfuls of cold black tea and felt better.

Ashria has been breathing heavily for a while now due to the discomfort in her stomach.

“Your Majesty.”

An unfamiliar voice called out to Askaar from beyond the door.

“Sl*ve reports.”

Granting him entry, the man at the door poked his head in and handed him a stack of papers.

Askaar’s ears perked up in unnecessary curiosity.

“They say there’s been a small rebellion in the western region.”

The word “rebellion” surprised neither Askaar nor the man with the papers, but Ashria.

She might be an uneducated girl, but she’d picked up a few things while living with her mother, so she knew the basics.

“A rebellion.

Ashria’s shoulders stiffened as if it were a big deal. It had nothing to do with me, but the viciousness of the word made her nervous.

“It’s said that during a public execution, a group of militants blending in among the civilian population managed to pull out the sl*ves and escape.” 

“And when you say the West, which province are you referring to exactly, Bordeaux or Maribor?”

“…No, the entire West.”

At the mention of the entire West, Askaar’s previously nonchalant face stiffened.

“Reports say it was quite organized. They don’t seem to be targeting the palace, just getting the slaves out, so the families and relatives of the slaves gathered to protest the public executions….”

“Enough.”

Askaar waved his hand dismissively as if that was enough. Then the man who had been stuttering spoke up.

“You’ve made a stony wasteland livable, and the bellies are calling.”

“…….”

“You don’t even recognize your own master, and you go on a rampage.”

He flipped through the papers for a moment, then announced grimly.

“The next public execution in the West will be conducted by Jim himself.”

“Ha, ha, but His Majesty is not quite ready to proceed….”

“I’ll keep it simple and give the Empress some fresh air.”

At the sudden mention, Ashria narrowed her eyes harmlessly, as if she knew nothing.

“The Empress.”

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Askaar’s brow furrowed, not liking the title.

“…Father.”

She hastily added the word “dad” as an afterthought. Finally, Askaar spoke up.

“Have you ever seen a public execution?”

No, she hadn’t. She’d been locked in the basement. Without hesitation, Ashria shook her head.

She’d only seen one. She knew what it was from the books and from what Lourane had told her.

Public executions were something Askaar had begun practicing when he came to power.

It’s a public execution of criminals, the problem being that the criteria for what constitutes a criminal is subjective. The slightest misbehavior against the Asgardian regime would result in a public execution, with the entire family branded as sl*ves.

For the most egregious crimes, such as murder, r*pe, and treasonous conspiracies, they would execute them on the spot, and for the most minor offenses, such as tax evasion or swearing at the king in a bar, they would sentence them to forced labor for some time.

If a person was sentenced to forced labor more than three times, their entire family would be enslaved and forced to work for the state until they died.

Most of these sl*ves were used for dangerous work.

They were put to work in the coal mines, on construction sites, on the front lines of war with other nations, and in medical and magical experiments that no one else wanted to do.

It was only a matter of time before the number of slaves grew and with it the power of the empire.

Though the methods were harsh, he was told that most of the high nobles were content with Askaar’s reign of terror.

“We will set out for the west next week. Prepare to leave in advance, Empress.”

At those words, Ashria nodded slightly.

“A month ago, you and I were talking about a completely different world…

I had a strange feeling that I had gotten out of the basement.

* * *

The day they headed west. As Ashria prepared to leave, she couldn’t hide her delight at the sight of the black horse standing at the head of the group.

“Eton…!”

Ashria called Eton’s name in a small voice. The majestic black horse turned his head slightly toward her.

Eton recognized her, too, and his tail wagged gently. He doesn’t break away from the herd to approach her, though. It’s as if he knows exactly where he’s supposed to be.

“You’ve aligned yourself with a beastly foal, and you’re more welcoming than your father.”

I’m exchanging eye contact with Eton when I hear a chilling voice behind me.

She was exchanging a glance with Eton when she heard a chilling voice behind her. She didn’t have to turn around to realize who it was.

The corners of Ashria’s mouth twitched upward, hiding her irritation.

“The Empress is a beast, not a person, and she’s flirting with a horse’s c*ck.”

“…….”

Unable to respond to the Emperor’s sarcasm, Ashria lowered her eyes slightly.

Askaar, still in full uniform, strode briskly toward Eton. Eton was equally pleased to see him.

Eton was said to be a rare breed of horse, the only one of its kind on the continent, ridden by the royalty of the now-defunct Northern Kingdom. All the other horses had been killed in the war, and he was the only one left alive.

Knowing that there was no other horse to replace him, Askaar didn’t seem to be disrespectful to Eton.

Standing side by side with Eton, Askaar was certainly intimidating to look at. His skillful handling of a black stallion the size of a house, and the way he rode him, even aside from his humanity, made him seem, for a moment, like a painting.

Ashria watched the Emperor atop Eton as if mesmerized.

“Empress.”

Askaar called out to her, tilting his head lazily.

“Something. Not coming.”

There were several wagons in the group, so I assumed I’d be riding in one… but it seemed Askaar intended to take me along for the ride. Ashria did not dare to approach him. There was something uncomfortable about being on a horse that had done such a thing to me.

Whether he realized it or not, Eton lowered himself to her level as if to say, “Come on, get on.

Eventually, with the help of the two males, Ashria was able to climb into the saddle.

* * *

Sitting on top of a horse for the first time in her life, Ashria was overwhelmed.

For one thing, she was afraid to look at the ground because she was so much higher than she was used to looking down, and she felt quite motion-sick from the sheer speed and the way her body shook with every step.

Even holding the reins was difficult with my frail body.

‘If I fall off at this rate, I’ll probably die a natural death….’

Ashria thought to herself as she watched the scenery swiftly change around her, and slowly released her grip on the reins.

“Tsk.”

With a small click of her tongue, a thick forearm wrapped around her waist.

“Does the Empress have a life or two?”

Askaar held her nonchalantly as if he knew she would. Ashria curled her lip in inward disappointment and gripped the reins once more.

“I don’t understand.”

He muttered softly, urging his horse on, while simultaneously lowering his upper body to trap her in his arms. Sandwiched awkwardly between the horse and the emperor, Ashria found it difficult to squirm.

Eton pranced with such vigor that it didn’t take her long to realize why he was a master horse.

However, whenever Eton galloped, Ashria’s petite frame was constantly jostled by the recoil. Each time, she would bump into the saddle, causing quite a throbbing pain.

Halfheartedly, she slumped down and left it all to Askaar and Eton.

She even closed her eyes, figuring she’d be grateful if she fell off.