Sanoon’s greatest adventure. The races of the galaxy have risen up against the Emperor Malinus VXI, and have him trapped in his Imperial bunker beneath his ruined palace. Somehow, Sanoon has found herself not only trapped in the bunker with his lavish and decadent court but in the Emperor’s bed.
More than twice as long as other SANOON SAREM novellas, EMPIRE’S END covers three of the most turbulent years in Sanoon’s eventful life. Told in her own words and with typical humor and verve, EMPIRE’S END is Sanoon at her best and sexiest.
Contains 1 line drawing illustration.
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Talukdar Qery came to escort me to the grand ball a few hours later
and while seven levels above us the men of the battalion fought back a
dreadful suicidal attack by ‘Crats who pushed a portable armored
shield in front of them, I joined several hundred of the Grey Race and
their hangers-on for a night of fun and frivolity.
In a splendid ballroom, whose ceiling soared up through three
levels of the bunker, we partied through the night. It was called the
N and M ball: Naked and Masked, and I arrived on the arm of Talukdar
Qery wearing naught apart from a pair of high heeled slippers and an
ornate mask. The Grand Matron had no doubt done an excellent job
under the circumstances, dusting my entire body with a coating which
gave it something of the fashionable grey sheen of the Edoonans, who
appeared to make up about half of the guests prancing about, while
from a balcony above an orchestra played loudly enough to drown out
the thump of distant explosions.
The beautiful slim bodies of the Edoonan women were all about me,
including no doubt the two who had had such fun flogging my tits in
the final days of my time in the cell, although wearing masks it was
impossible to identify them from the host of similar Edoonans, all of
whom seemed to sport the same type of rosy nipples atop perfect
breastworks. There were other races present too, and while most were
attractive enough they did not compare with the Grey Ladies.
I was having trouble with my heels; not being one to normally wear
such things, and I had to hold onto Talukdar Qery’s arm for support.
My style of footwear was not uncommon, especially among the
non-Edoonans present, and gave some of us a little extra height as
well as forcing out our rear ends and even giving our bare breasts a
better chance of excelling.
The males were likewise masked, but while we ladies had to reveal
all they merely had costumes which were either cut away to leave the
genitals hanging free or pouched to display the prick and testicles to
best advantage. My escort, Qery, wore a shimmering grey suit with his
equipment supported from below on a small rigid platform which
presented his genitals as if on a platter ready to be devoured. He
was not an Edoonan, but I could still not place his ancestry and as we
walked into the great hall I asked him if he might enlighten me.
“I’m a Zyzuvian,” he told me. I had to admit I’d never come across
one of those before.
“I would be surprised if you had,” he said. “There are so few of us
left now, and all in the service of The Emperor.”
Seems they were as ancient as the Edoonans, somewhat related in
origin yet subservient to them. Talukdar Qery was not a bad sort, I’d
concluded. A harmless type, or one who at least hadn’t yet had reason
to hurt me.
A thought struck me: “Will The Emperor be here tonight?” I asked
him.
“Of course, my dear. Malinus would never miss a masked ball.”
We danced, we ate, we paraded about to see and be seen. Qery passed
ribald comments about this man or that female as we made an entire
circuit of the hall. It was a case of decadence gone mad, although
what else the Royal elite could have been doing while above them their
loyal soldiers fought to protect them I didn’t know. All the time I
tried to decide who might be The Emperor, but as with the masked
females the Edoonan males all appeared to be so similar as to be
unable to be told apart under such circumstances.
That wasn’t so with some of the non-Edoonan guests, and presently I
came face to face with a familiar looking set of balls and their
attendant prong…
