RE: Keep it in the Family (Secret Class) 172 — A Fever Dream V (Conclusion)

Eun Ha's POV:

"What should I do, Your Grace?"

His voice from Jae-il sounded soft and strangely tuneful, brimming with deep conviction and deep respect. It vibrated like the gentle hum of starship engines, causing a flutter in her chest.

With a simple gesture of her hand, Eun Ha summoned him nearer.

The Empress watched as he stood up and drew close. She urged him even nearer. He bent forward. Whispering secretively into his ear, she savored his proximity and the heat radiating from him. "Listen closely, my faithful commander. Since we don't have much time before this entire fleet becomes nothing more than stardust, I need to enjoy what little moments we have left."

Jae-il paid close attention. "My life is yours to command."

Eun Ha's heart raced wildly in her chest. She ought to feel utterly dominant and mighty. Yet she resembled a shy girl presented with the universe on a silver dish. Normally, she might have flushed, stammered, or paused.

However, she was no longer her usual self. She embodied The Empress. And an Empress never wavered.

"You say you're my star commander, correct?" Leaning back against her throne, she created some distance between them, though not enough to break their intimate connection.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jae-il replied without delay, his sincere eyes free of any deceit. "Always."

Were she to order him to drive a dagger into his own heart, he would comply before her words fully ended.

Should she demand a kiss, he would deliver it with fervor matching the blaze of collapsing stars.

If she commanded him to bare himself and take her right there on the frigid bridge deck—

Without question, he would obey.

Eun Ha's eyelids fluttered.

Anxiety was absent.

Fear did not exist.

Just an intense, intoxicating thrill coursed through her.

Her hand shook slightly as she extended it to outline the defined edge of his jawline. He jerked briefly at the touch, then eased into it, pressing against her fingers like they anchored him. The stiff collar of his uniform scraped roughly against her skin, yet his neck felt silky and heated.

"Then... show me." The Empress declared firmly, her stare steady. "Show me the depth of your devotion."

"What should I...?" Jae-il's tone grew rough—was the hint finally dawning on him?

Her tongue slid over her lips. "I'll need you to place your hand here."

Gently, she positioned his hand upon her inner thigh.

She observed his sharp intake of breath, violet eyes expanding, pupils growing large. Though his voice held steady, it emerged as a soft whisper of astonishment. "... is this your command, Your Majesty?"

A gradual, keen smile curved Eun Ha's lips as she leaned in, her mouth nearly grazing his ear. Her free hand settled at the base of his neck, fingers weaving into his short, plush hair. "."

Jae-il's eyes closed softly. As a devoted believer, he would follow her every word, for she was his deity. His Empress. The sole woman deserving his eternal loyalty.

Using the hand on his, she pressed downward, directing it higher along her thigh, beneath the weighty silk layers of her imperial gown.

The fabric whispered as his hand vanished underneath.

His fingers ventured tentatively at first, growing confident, caressing the tender skin and the fine lace of her garter. Another quake rocked the ship violently, nearly toppling them both. Jae-il's free arm extended swiftly, steadying against the throne's armrest, enclosing her protectively.

Eun Ha parted her legs broader, arching her back deeply—an pose unfit for an empress or mother on a galactic bridge, yet irrelevant here.

Illness no longer plagued her.

No bodily or mental walls blocked her from savoring this fantasy. As Jae-il's hand ascended her thigh, delight deepened in her core.

Barely grazed by him, she already sensed her essence ready to surge forth from every inch of her being.

Through a dreamy fog, she gazed up, his striking violet eyes, chiseled jaw, plump lips, and wide shoulders sharpened in her vision.

She nipped her lip while his thumb toyed with the sensitive area atop her underwear, his other fingers sketching light patterns on her outer thigh.

"Touch me more..." She whispered breathlessly.

Every utterance from her was an order.

Her breath caught as his thumb grazed her most sensitive nub. He rubbed firmly, spreading her wetness along her folds, circling deliberately, increasing pressure until her sight dimmed.

"Ngh~"

Against the firm swell of his neck, Eun Ha pressed her face.

His thumb traced idle circles precisely where she craved, stoking her fire to soak the lavish cushion beneath shamefully.

Two of Jae-il's fingers slipped inside her, curving just right to bow her spine from the throne, her fingers clutching his hair desperately. His other hand tugged at his trouser fasteners, undoing them slightly.

"Ah! More~" The Empress murmured into his neck. ""

The warmth of his lips brushed her ear, his tongue's tip and tiny teeth sparking shudders that echoed the ship's ongoing jolts through her center.

He complied eagerly.

With fingers plunged deep within, Eun Ha lacked room to hold him loosely; her grasp tightened fiercely. "Jae-il." She uttered amid quickening, shallow breaths. "I need... ah, fuck, I..."

Gasping into his neck, she sucked instinctively at the salted skin. Her hips lifted to chase each masterful stroke from his skilled hand.

Faster his fingers drove, elevating her ecstasy until searing flames raced her blood, leaving her quivering and drenched under royal silk.

Climax hit, her body spasming wildly. Empresses shouldn't weep through release, yet her hips thrust against his palm, peaks of bliss rising until she clamped her teeth into his leather-clad shoulder to stifle cries.

Shivers lingered as she gripped his dark hair like iron. Once calm, The Empress raised her head slowly. Crimson marks dotted Jae-il's shoulders where her bites pierced the uniform. His purple gaze met hers calmly. His fingers stayed still inside—patient as a true soldier.

A savage grin bared Eun Ha's teeth, far from gentle. Fueled by rage and passion, she thrust downward on his head, bending her son-commander to her desire.

"Your work." She growled, shoving him down while splaying her thighs lewdly over the throne. "Left quite a mess, don't you think so?"

Her gown lifted to expose the chaos: shiny streaks gliding pale inner thighs, silk turned sheer from saturation.

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In reality, Eun Ha would cringe in humiliation at such words, but within the dream, her tone rang authoritative as a starship Empress.

Jae-il dropped to his knees before the throne without hesitation. Urgently yet reverently, he drew aside the soaked fabric veiling her sacred core—the very place from which he had emerged as an infant, launched into the void.

No other scene like this existed: a son poised to claim his mother's forbidden intimacy with his mouth.

Yet if anywhere, it would be here, between this Empress and her star commander.

Between Eun Ha and Jae-il.

He lowered further, breaths ragged as his nose nestled between her thighs, eyes glazed with raw hunger—a sight no mother should witness in her child's stare.

Still...

She relished it, proven by her hiss and squirm against the leather seat.

Eun Ha hauled his head into her legs, nails digging into armrests, clutching the throne. "Open that pretty mouth wide for me, little star." Her command slurred with lust.

His hot exhales teased her swollen, slick folds, igniting her throbbing heat like flames.

His lips commenced, kissing and probing lightly, drawing soft, lewd gasps from Eun Ha at each touch. She let the sensations build as he sucked and licked gently, fingers parting her folds in a taboo display.

Devoid of subtlety, he lapped his creation with bold sweeps, prompting her to arch greedily toward him—unashamed under faint bridge glows amid a far-off siren in their depraved haven.

Nothing like this could survive beyond.

She sensed it instinctively.

An empress indulging her son thus could not.

Never in reality.

Awake, she'd perish before proposing it, yet here his mouth charted her fevered skin, making her gasp, clench, fingers rethreading his hair to lock him as a second shattering climax overtook her with jerks and moans.

Even in dream haze, her eyes spotted shadowy figures in the distance.

Hadn't they been solitary moments ago?

No matter—they were meant to be alone.

Only them.

The shadows sharpened into forms. Two—no, four crew stood by a console.

At attention along the room's edges by flickering star-charts on bulkheads.

To her left, Mia and Su Ah.

Clad in identical crisp grey flight suits with tall collars, hands folded behind backs, faces impassive as china figures. No anger. No envy. They merely observed their brother's motions between mother's thighs like monitoring a screen.

Su Ah locked eyes, offered a stiff icy smile, then snapped gaze forward crisply.

Yet Mia's look gripped the Empress.

A flicker of spiteful envy pierced her serene doll-like stare. Blond hair in severe bun, uniform stark against Eun Ha's memory of her casual wear.

Despite the chill on her daughter's features, Mia made no move to halt the mother-son act. She stared straight ahead.

Farther, by the airlock, Yeong Gu in admiral's ornate heavy coat. Eyes fixed on the nebula swirl outside, utterly detached—as if his wife's pleasure from their son were everyday as glancing at traffic from an office window.

Eun Ha attempted a gasp, to clamp her legs, but Jae-il's grip on her hips tightened, mouth unyielding. Their presence meant nothing to him. He continued.

Then a shape emerged from medical bay shadows.

Her pristine white coat, datapad in hand. No horror in her watch; clinical scrutiny, head tilted, jotting observations.

"Unusual maternal response to filial stimulation." Dr. Han's detached voice pierced the Empress' cries. "Subject demonstrates heightened synesthetic responses and a complete breakdown of conventional ethical boundaries. Note the lack of shame in front of primary familial units. ."

Chill flooded Eun Ha's veins amid bodily blaze of ecstasy. She became a display. A test subject.

Desire to shriek, shove Jae-il off, hide surged, but her form rebelled. Instead, she drew him deeper, grinding on that devoted tongue.

Trapped by dream's rules, she danced to buried cravings long admitted yet suppressed.

Dr. Han neared the throne, curiosity devoid of emotion. Leaning where Jae-il feasted between thighs, the therapist beheld the vulgar spectacle fully.

Her pussy devoured by Jae-il.

Nectar consumed before throne stains.

Eun Ha shut eyes tight. Hips bucked wildly.

"Your Majesty." Dr. Han addressed directly. "How would you rate your satisfaction on a scale of one to ten? One being mild discomfort, ten being ecstatic transcendence."

"......!!"

Mouth open in shock, Eun Ha gaped as climax gripped anew.

"I'll take that as a ten." Dr. Han noted on her pad.

Jae-il sucked with greater force.

Outside light burst forth.

…

Eun Ha woke up screaming.