Title:           A1-Feferi/Random Lowblood 2nd person [UNFINISHED]
Author:          chief
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/BMtGuiPx
First Edit:      Wednesday 14th of November 2012 01:42:29 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 14th of November 2012 01:42:29 PM CDT

Your exposed body shudders as it is embraced by the cold air. You and your lowblood brethren have been taken, stripped of all clothing, and ordered to stand in a dark room -side by side- by the highblood agents. Even in the dim light you can see that many of your comrades look extremely nervous, with some casting quick glances around their surroundings while others are desperately trying to cover up their privates from view. The silence seems to go on for eternity, that is, until you begin to hear the faint sound of footsteps. They appear to get louder and closer with each step, echoing as if they were coming from all directions. You hear them stop.
Without warning, light fills the room, diverting all attention towards the figure directly in front of you.
There, standing before the group, is the Empress. Her golden necklace shines brilliantly in the light as her brightly colored clothing outlines and struggles to contain her gorgeous curvaceous body. With one arm crossed across her substantial bosom and the other tapping a finger against her full lips, she walks past each lowblood in the group, appearing as though she was preforming an inspection of sorts. She walks exceptionally slowly in an erotic kind of way, her incredibly wide hips bulge and strain against her dress as her ample buttocks jiggle and pulsate with each sensual movement when she comes to you though, she stops. The room goes silent as the Empress eyes your figure up from top to bottom, observing your body completely. What she sees below your waist seems to grasp her attention completely. You can see her eyes go wide, with her lips pursing to form a smile, running her tongue along her lips as dirty thoughts run through her head. She reaches out her hand and runs one single finger down your chest, past your abdomen, and finally, just above your bulge. Shooting a quick wink to you, the Empress drifts her hand past your girthy member and down to your sac, grasping it completely with her bare palm and giving it a gentle squeeze. You try to maintain your composure as she continues fiddling with your ballsack, clutching the soft flesh firmly, rubbing and caressing it with such care from her soft, smooth palm. Upon sight of your bulge beginning to stand at attention, the Empress stands up straight and leans in close to your face. She swiftly outstretches her soiled hand in front of your face, flooding your nose with the thick, musky odor of your testicles, making you a bit woozy from the heavy aroma. Looking pleased at this, she brings her hand to her own face, proceeding to run her slick tongue against her soiled palm, taking in the taste of your manhood, her adoring eyes never leaving you.
Arousal floods over you, your cock surging and pulsating from such a stimulating event.
Much of the group is also in the same situation; some have even started to stroke themselves openly while others are trying to hold their stiffening erections down but to no avail.
Looking satisfied at this, the Empress orders the rest of the group to disband and leave immediately, enacting a few whines and moans out of the group as they are led away. Once the last lowblood is taken out of the room, the Empress takes your hand and openly orders you to follow her, with your semi-erect prick flopping about lewdly as you try to keep up with the seadweller beauty. She leads you up stairwells and across countless corridors, the two of you finally reaching a curtain at the end of a long hallway. With a tender wink she orders you to stay here until she calls you, swiftly disappearing through the curtains, leaving you alone and naked. After what seems like an hour, a single hand slides through the drapes and beckons you with a single finger. You hesitantly reach forward and grip her hand, only to be pulled through and fall back-first onto some extremely soft cushions. In front of you stands the Empress, barenaked, with her hands planted seductively on her hips. You can only guess what kinds of plans she has in store for you.