Trinity Blood, Seth/Astha, yes, my empress
Shota warning!!!!
Astha smiled at the child-woman that was sprawled on the bed in the Embassy and found it strange that she had been trusted with the true face of the Empress Augusta Vradica, the Eternal Mother of the Empire. It still seemed odd that this girl-woman that looked no more than thirteen human years old was actually over nine hundred and that her brother was Father Abel Nightroad. A quick glance at the clock showed that the Empress needed to get up and moving if they were to make their dinner date with the good Father.
“Seth, time to wake up,” Astha called, moving over to the bed to gently shake the small shoulders. That got a grumbling pout as Seth Nightlord, the Empress of the Methuselah, snuggled farther into her covers despite the heat that had descended on Rome. Shaking her head, she lightly tugged on the blankets. “Father Nightroad is meeting us for dinner.”
“Don’t wanna and you can’t make me,” grumbled Seth, causing Astha to chuckle. A bleary green eye popped open to glare at her before a smirk stretched across her young face. “Why Duchess, are you trying to seduce me?”
That got a confused look before Astha glanced down to find that her robe had slipped open, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the silk. A soft blush spread across her cheeks as she moved to close the robe only to halt when strong fingers wrapped around her wrists. She looked down to find Seth kneeling before her on the bed, a curious expression on her face as her eyes roamed over Astha’s body. “You are quite lovely, Astharoche Asran.”
“Thank you, my Empress,” murmured Astha, her blush heating even as she looked at the ceiling to keep from staring at the small girl-woman. The thin nightgown that Seth wore did nothing to conceal the child’s body that was barely blooming into a woman’s. Astha gasped in surprise when a small hand reached out to cup her breast, fingers sliding over a nipple that tightened in response, and she whimpered softly as lust flashed through her. She shouldn’t feel these things, not for a child, but her logical mind argued that not only was this the Empress but that she was much older than Astha herself.
“No one has touched me since Abel,” confessed Seth, and that get’s Astha’s attention as her eyes snap down to stare at the kneeling girl. “Back during Armageddon. That is the downside to this body. Everyone sees a child instead of a woman.” Green eyes looked up into Astha’s ruby gaze. “What do you see, Astharoche Asran?”
“A painfully lonely young woman,” confessed Astha, her words soft as she realized she could be describing either of them. Slowly, she reaches down and cups Seth’s face in her hands, daring greatly. Instead of being reprimanded, Seth turns her face and brushes a kiss across Astha’s palm, emerald eyes watching and hopeful, making the Duchess of Kiev realize just how lonely the Empress truly was. Forced to hide behind masks and voice synthesizers with only a select few knowing who she truly was.
“Will you touch me?” Seth asked, her voice soft, inviting instead of commanding, and Astha let a smile cross her lips.
“Yes, my Empress,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss soft lips. Hopefully Father Nightroad would understand their lateness.