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It was time. After all the hard work, the lingering whispers and treasonous acts of attempted assasination against the empress, Lavandra sat inside the dining hall waiting.
How dare this man make the future queen wait like this.
He'd better have a very good explanation why he was approximately an hour too late already. It had been the Khaosis sovereign's idea to meet up beforehand face to face and get to know each other before exchanging vows.
Both of them knew this wasn't about love but using each other for their own gain in controlling the largest raw material deposits the cosmic empire could hope to acquire: Erythrostones. Alas, it only appeared in the rough stone of Khaosis splintering planet and therefore 'officially' belonged to no one but Sylus himself.
Lavandra wanted all of it. The increase within her own military ranks and weapon enhancements surely would guarantee a neverending reign over all the galaxies. Just as it was always meant to be.
So the two of them had struck a deal to officially engage in a marriage to share each other's wealth and resources. Not that the empress knew neither the Khaosis sovereign nor her truly believed that deal. She knew the man was scheming, but she had no proof.
And so she sat here waiting. A week before her coronation. After that her plans could begin in undermining Sylus.
However, when two of her servants opened the golden crystal encased double doors, she had to suppress a gasp. Not at all had Lavandra been prepared at the sight before her very eyes. Maybe she should have made sure they'd seen each other before agreeing to the marriage. His voice did not match his body... which was a delicious surprise to Lavandra.
Khaosis sovereign was huge.
Sylus wasn't at all large muscle wise but his frame spread out far enough to have the servants step backwards a little as the man lugged his fat, hanging and wobbling body inside the large dining hall.
He was out of breath, his carefully crafted embroidery and seams barely hanging on for dear life in keeping the silver haired man's skin hiding beneath the preposterous clothing.
Oh he looked fantastic, alright? But Lavandra wouldn't give Sylus the pleasure of giving him a weakness to abuse later on. That man was a snake and they both knew it.
The heavy doors echoed shut when Sylus bent ever so slightly over, one chubby hand in front of his moob filled chest. "My sincerest apologies to your majesty. I hope I did not make you wait for too long."
She didn't like the cheeky half smile adoring his face. "Indeed you made your soon to be wife wait quite a long time. I condone tardiness, Sylus."
"Yes, of course. What would you like to receive as part of my most sincere apology, your majesty?" Sylus' responses were silking smooth as he let his eyes wander over Lavandra's perfect body. She was fierce.
"I haven't decided yet. You shall receive my request later. Now, if you would please join me for an unfortunate re-heated dinner together. Sit."
The sovereign chuckled as he waddled his way over to the very tight looking throne-like chair and pressed his wide butt between the arm rests to sit quite uncomfortably. Not that he showed it.
Before him was a wide spread of the most delicious cuisine he'd ever seen on one large table. Definitely fit for a king, which would be his title soon enough. Large platters of meat were piled high into the air decorated with a few vegetables and drenched in a dark, thick sauce that kept dripping down on the greasy meat. He swallowed as his right eye began to shimmer ever so slightly.
"Please, by all means. Dine and wine." Lavandra took a sip of her red wine as she observed the large man quietly. She couldn't believe that this was Khaosi's new sovereign. Sylus must possess a large amount of evol power if he managed to overthrow the old sovereign not more than a year ago.
He definitely hadn't won by brawling it out. Lavandra couldn't help but quietly laugh into her palm thinking about the idea that Sylus may have simply sat on the old sovereign in a one on one battle to win 'physically'.
"Does the meat meet your expectations?" Lavandra let her head rest on one of her hands as she smiled wickedly.
"I am positively surprised how tender and flavourful your majesty’s dishes taste. There is nothing quite similar on Khaosi." Sylus replied while he chewed.
Lavandra could see that the man was restraining himself. Eating slower, chewing more than he wanted to and taking smaller bites than she expected. "Then why are you holding back?"
She wondered why his right eye seemed to slightly glow. A trick of the light maybe? No, she wasn't imagining it, was she?
Catching him offguard, Sylus cleared his throat quickly and put his fork down.
No, Lavandra was right. His eye began to glow even brighter now as it bored into her own intense stare.
"What gave it away?" He almost whispered in a sultry manner, a grin spreading over his fat, chubby cheeked face.
"Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" She smiled back innocently and let her eyes wander over the voluptuous upper belly that seemed to demand proper space, pushing upwards and resting on the edge of the marble table.
"Ohhh, I see now." Sylus hummed and grabbed one of the greasy meat pieces with his bare fingers. "Your majesty has quite the desire of her own. I can almost feel it from over here." He pushed the meat between his plush lips and chewed sensually, keeping eye contact as his eye kept glowing a bright red.
"Enlighten me." She replied nonchalantly, waving the servants to leave them alone for now. He couldn't possibly know, could he? Lavandra swallowed thickly as she watched Sylus stuffing two fresh slabs of meat inside his stuffed cheeks.
The next time he spoke, it was muffled by chewing. "You desire to see me eat to my heart's content. Probably imagining me filling my heavy gut big enough until I'd need to release it from its confinements, no?"
He was spot on.
"Not really." Lavandra replied and sipped on her wine. "But please, it is very entertaining to hear you sprout nonsense. Continue." She was getting wet. Could feel her panties getting soaked with how the man in front of her kept stuffing his face.
Gods, how much fatter would he grow after this feast? She wondered if Sylus was the type of person to groan and burp, asking for release. She really needed to stop thinking about him like that and literally undressing him with her eyes.
Sylus' chuckle was once again muffled as he took his own wine and threw it back in one go. Next came a pot of shrimp-cheese noodles topped off by the empire's version of bacon. The sovereign took his spoon and scooped a large amount of the cheesy deliciousness onto it.
When the flavour hit the back of his throat, the man hummed pleasingly and closed his eyes for a moment. Fuck, this tasted divine. So he scooped up another, larger spoonful to stuff into his waiting maw as well.
The more he ate, the faster the spoon dug back into the pot. He ate and ate as he was slowly losing control until he heard a very soft giggle from across the table.
"I wondered if it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, but you do indeed show off your own greed quite well." Lavandra tapped the right side of her face beneath her eye.
"It keeps glowing brighter, my love. Care to share what that's all about? After all, as your soon to be wife it should be alright to share, no?" She smiled innocently and took another sip of her wine. Her other hand lazily tabbing away on the polished, white marble in a specific rhythm.
Having been caught off guard, Sylus cleared his throat and tried to somewhat preserve his dignity by cleaning some of the cheese stains around his mouth away with a napkin. Just as fast as he'd looked a little flustered, the man switched gears and was back to his mask of playfulness and mischievousness. "Keen eye, your majesty." He hummed and leaned back in his chair to give the empress a better view of his goods hanging in front of him.
"Although I'm afraid I'm not quite comfortable enough to share all of my secrets right away. Where'd be the fun in that?"
"A shame. I was hoping to explore this little... story of yours." She sounded saddened, however, Sylus knew it was an act.
Playing along for now, he took a large bite out of a chunk of sauce, dribbling, greasy, chicken-like wings and groaned louder than needed. He rubbed over his upper double belly to pet it while he spoke next. "Oh but there is so much more we could explore that doesn't involve my... let's call it 'condition'."
Lavandra's breath almost got stuck in her throat. Was he truly initiating this early on? They'd barely talked a handful of times, threw voice-only, seeing each other for the first time today.
"Someone seems to be eager." But she hadn't denied it.
"For your majesty? Always." Sylus got up, or rather, whipped himself forward and backwards a few times before he squeezed his roll-swollen sides out of the arm rests and strolled towards the empress.
"But I have the feeling that it's not just me in this room that desires something more than just appeasing our grumbling bellies." He got closer and closer. Like a dragon cornering its prey.
Lavandra gripped her wine glass harder. No, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. She needed to be in control otherwise this marriage would be an absolute catastrophe. Squeezing her legs shut, she shuddered from how absolutely drenched she was.
Sylus' nostrils flared and he groaned as he stumbled forward a little. Leaning heavily on the table to steady himself. When he looked back up and into Lavandra's eyes, there was a new hunger in them.
A hunger to devour and claim.
Could he- smell her arousal?
"You have no idea how dangerous you are, your majesty." Sylus rasped as he got closer.
"Take another step and I-"
"And you what, my dear wife?"
"And I will call for the royal guards. Your behaviour is more than just appalling. Is this how you should treat your future empress of the galactic cosmos? Your wife?" Lavandra stood up as her chair was thrown backwards, tumbling to the ground with a loud thud.
The fact that Sylus only seemed to grin wider, made her take an uncontrolled step backwards.
"You know..." Sylus began, stepping into Lavandra's personal space. He was still far enough away but the warmth of his belly almost brushed her own with how far it stood out. Like its own entity demanding respect.
He took one of her wrists and kissed the top of her hand longingly as he whispered, "It's unfortunate that I don't believe you. Your words don't match your body's ravenous needs."
And that's when Lavandra lost control. She moaned the moment Sylus pushed her backwards against the wall, securing both of her wrists above her head and holding onto them with one of his own to restrain her.
Their lips met in a fiery kiss as their tongues intertwined in a battle of dominance and guttural need.
She could barely breathe with how deeply he kissed her, exploring her mouth and groaning into it as he used his weight to press his belly into her to secure her body as well.
"Gods beyond the galaxies!" Lavandra groaned, thrusting her hips and rolling them against the sovereign's hanging, soft gut.
"You're so fucking fat, I-" Sylus' stole another heated kiss from her lips as they made out. His other hand exploring Lavandra's perfect body as he began to play with one of her nipples above her dress.
"And once we are married, you can feed me so much fatter if that's what you truly want. Your desire is insatiable." Sylus huffed, already sweaty from them making out.
"Yes-" Lavandra rolled her hips again, gasping when Sylus' hand disappeared from her hardened nipple to find her soaked core.
"Then let's see how much fatter you want me, dear. The table's still filled to the brim. Give me the order and I shall feast on not just you but the food as well." Sylus eyes was burning in an intensity, he could barely keep it together.
His thoughts were beginning to melt into each other and his hard cock kept fighting to be inside of her while being pushed around between his fat rolls.
Being a dragon that ran on nothing but feeding on his desire truly made things hard when food was delicious. Not even his heightened metabolism had been able to keep his ever swelling body from bloating out of proportions over the past decades.
He'd only grow bigger at this point. What a lovely surprise that his enemy was into it.
Now he could truly begin with his plans.