Kotal Kahn's throne was empty. The great hall, lit by torches and the dim light of the moon, felt more immense without his presence. To Jade, that emptiness had become familiar. Before, she used to wait patiently for her husband to return from his duties as emperor, longing for those moments when he looked at her with love and devotion. But over time, Kotal had changed. The promises of a strong marriage had faded in the weight of his empire, and she had been left behind, forgotten in the halls of her own home.

Now, the only company that truly mattered was here.

Jade turned and looked at him. Her green eyes shone in the dim light, analyzing the man who had become her refuge. He was not a warrior, nor an emperor, nor someone who excelled in battle. He was a simple servant. And yet, he had done more for her than Kotal had done in years. He listened to her, treated her with respect, with affection... with love.

She approached him with feline grace, her emerald gown reflecting the light of the torches, the tight fabric highlighting her athletic and powerful figure. To everyone else, she was still the imposing Queen Jade, but here, with him, she was just a woman who had found comfort in someone who truly valued her.

She reached out a gloved hand and slid it over his face, enjoying the warmth of his skin. It was a gesture she made frequently when they were alone, a reminder of what they had, of what they had built in secret.

Kotal had never noticed her absence. He had never asked where she was, who she spent the nights with when she did not return. And that only reaffirmed what Jade already knew: her marriage was dead.

She sighed, her gaze scanning the imposing throne room, that symbol of power that had once made her feel safe. Now, the only thing she cared about was the person in front of her. "Do you know what you mean to me?" she murmured, with a smile.

Then, Jade knelt before Emperor Kotal Kahn's imposing seat. But it wasn't the mighty ruler who occupied the throne today... it was him, her true love. Dressed in her signature green outfit, Jade leaned forward, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders as she took his length into her mouth. She savored the taste of him, her tongue swirling around his tip. "Oh, my love," she murmured, her voice thick with desire, "how fitting for you to sit upon this throne of power while I worship you." She smiled around him, relishing his reaction. This was their risky game.

As she bobbed her head, Jade's hands roamed his body, teasing his nipples and tracing the lines of his muscles. She knew they might be caught at any second, but that only heightened her arousal. She wanted to please him, to show him how much she desired him, even if it meant defying the laws of the realm. And so, she continued her sensual assault, determined to bring him to the brink of ecstasy in this most unlikely of settings.