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Retired - Chapter Seven – Emperor’s Blade
Date: 11/15/2014, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: Brootforce, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com
them under the control of the crown.” Cleo started to laugh. “You won’t be emperor.” “My father is pressing our suit with your father now. They will conclude negotiations today, and I will become your betrothed. Then after we are married, I will become the crown prince. Once your father steps down, I will be emperor.” “It does not work that way,” Cleo said still laughing. “I will be the empress and you will be my consort, not the emperor. You will have no more power than you have now. You won’t be able to decree imperial law.” “Don’t laugh at me!”, he screamed. Those words had me moving. I started towards them as I loosened my pistol in my holster. As I approached, Rondal reached into his vest. He pulled out a micro pistol. These used pressurized gas to propel the round. They could not be sniffed. As I moved into his field of view he turned to point the little gun at me. I heard the puff just as a body flung itself in front of me. “No”, Cleo cried out. Then she fell against me. As I caught her, I drew my pistol. “On the ground, with your hands on your head!”, I shouted. The young man looked terrified now. He dropped to the ground and put his hands on his head as other guards came to grab him. Then I pulled Cleo up to check her over. She smiled at me, “It really hurts, Uncle Drake.” I looked down to see blood flowing between her hands. I had failed. “We need an emergency shuttle at my location! NOW!”, I screamed over my bob. It seemed to take forever for the shuttle to get to ...