Empress Josephine turned the corner and continued running down the dimly lit corridor. In the distance, she could hear the echo of running feet that belonged to her pursuer. At the next intersection she paused, sank to one knee and listened. The footfalls had grown distant and marked with hesitation. The assassin had become lost in the twisted maze of the space station and would be deleted any moment by the crack team of body guards that had been at her disposal since the implementation of her reign.

She breathed a sigh of relief and then nearly fainted as her arm was seized firmly from behind. She spun out of it's grip and stopped short of burning a hole through the forehead of her personal guard and Commander of the Imperial House Security Team - Sir TR966. Sensing the Empresses' fatigue and emotional drain from the last few adrenaline laden hours of being systematically tracked by a psychotic member of the House of PseudoSatania, TR swept the Empress up into his strong arms and made his way to the royal bedchamber. She sighed and closed her eyes as she laid her head on his shoulder and recharged herself off his eternal battery of stoic strength...evident in each solid stride he made down the opulent corridors of the Imperial Quarters.

TR laid the Empress on her bed and went into the spa to begin drawing the royal bath. He surveyed the selection of additives and glanced through the doorway at the Empress laying still on her bed. He reached for the chamomile and then added an additional pinch of lavender in hopes that it would contribute to a night of restful sleep.

He returned to the bed and knelt to remove the Empresses' shoes...the first step in their nightly ritual. She sighed in the darkness as he unlaced and then removed the right boot. As he slid the sock from her dainty ankle he kissed her tight calf muscle. Kisses were next bestowed to the arch of her foot and then the ball. He felt her move above him on the bed as he reached for her other boot and repeated the steps. Once her boots had been removed he gently spread her knees and placed his hands on her thighs. He pushed aside her iridescent blue skirt - the colour of the Imperial House and incidentally, her eyes. The soft material felt cool on his skin and he was certain she felt a flutter of pleasure from the slick material moving across her skin as well. Carefully, he undid the clasps that held the skirt-like panel to her garter. Once exposed, her soft white thighs were indeed a contrast to the brilliant blue fabric. He bent his head to kiss her legs...the sweet strong calves, raised her leg oh so gently to kiss behind her knee, for what seemed like an eternity he feasted upon the delicate soft flesh that tasted of honey with the slightest of hints of salt and tension from her earlier adventure in the corridors. She smelled of a mysterious perfume that was kept in a tiny flask on the nightstand. A subtle musky intoxicating scent that could only be obtained in one place and was sent by Legions happened to be there.

The combined savory smell and taste of her body made his head swim and he was only brought back to the present at the feel of her hands resting on his. He paused and looked at the half clothed Empress and in the dim light of the room he could see her eyes were hot and filled with longing. She put a hand on each side of his face, dirty from the day's work and scratchy with five o'clock shadow and raised her moist pink lips to be kissed. He obliged and lowered his mouth and his body onto the Empress. She sank back and took the full weight of his body on her slight frame and entwined her hands in his hair.

As he ravished her mouth his hands removed the rest of her uniform and dropped it to the floor off the side of the bed. With a practiced hand, she removed the shirt of his dress uniform and released the buckle of his belt. His passion rose and he kissed her harder and deeper as she slid his pants off his hips and he felt her soft body against his.

Her passion was on the rise as well and in one swift movement the Empress rolled them across the bed and landed firmly astride his now hot and sweaty body. Slowly she lowered her head and began to kiss up the warm flesh of his belly. Stopping to flick each of his nipples with her tongue before going to feast on his neck. He grasped her by the ribcage and pulled her forcefully forward so that he could reach her breasts. The were the colour of cream and the areola were the softest of pink that brightened like rosebuds as the blood coursed from her desire. She moaned softly as he held her tightly to his mouth, first the left nipple then the right and finally both together in his mouth between his teeth and nestled by his tongue. She attempted feebly to escape his firm grasp on her ribcage but gave up as the pleasure over rode the idea of escape.

As the sound of the rushing water echoed from the spa and the room filled with the steam and the heady scent of the hot water, he rolled the Empress back over and entered her from behind. She cried out and collapsed on the bed with her luscious royal behind raised in the air. Her hands gripped the gold brocade comforter and his callused hands gripped her hips and he drove into her again and again. Her eyes were closed and her lips pursed in pleasure as she issued little cries of desire and pushed back against him to meet his thrusts. Roughly he pushed her down onto the bed and withdrew from her. He grabbed her by the ankle and spun her back onto her back. No longer was this the Royal Bedchamber. No longer was this the Empress of the Galaxy. No longer was he a loyal servant. All had fallen away but the animal edge to their lust and as she bared her pointed teeth at him he fell upon her once again in a frenzy of passion. As the steam caressed their hot bodies and the scent of raw desire filled the room they writhed in a tangled mass of wild and uninhibited thrusting pounding clawing hair pulling and moaning. As they reached the ultimate state of release both went dark and for a moment all that existed was their blinding body shaking orgasms.

Untangling himself from the Empress, he rolled to the edge of the bed and came down feet first in a pool of hot scented water and realized the tub in the spa was still running....and was now running into the bedchamber. The Empress giggled playfully and hit the intercom to call for a clean up crew.