Emperor Malkov watched as one of the young women in his audience began to fidget nervously. Her cheeks flushed red and she avoided eye contact with him. He couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity within him, wondering what was going through her mind at that moment. Perhaps he would find out later...

Emperor Malkov studied the young woman carefully, noticing her obvious discomfort. "Are you unwell?" he asked gently, genuinely concerned for her well-being. "Or perhaps there is something else on your mind that you wish to discuss?" He paused, waiting for her to respond before continuing. "You are free to speak openly here; I only ask that you do not hold back."

Her moans echoed through the chamber as Malkov took what he wanted, claiming her body and soul with each powerful thrust. Her resistance melted away beneath his onslaught, leaving only desire and need in its wake. He could feel her tightening around him, preparing to release the tide of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm them both. "Yes," he growled into her ear, "come for me." His hips bucked wildly, driving deeper still as their bodies finally gave way to ecstasy.

Malkov's eyes flashed with triumph as he felt her body clench around him, her release claiming them both. He held her tightly against the wall, his fingers digging into her hips as he milked every last drop of pleasure from her. When at last their breath returned to normal and their hearts slowed, he leaned back to regard her with satisfaction. "You are truly mine now," he purred, licking a bead of sweat from her neck. "And together, we will rebuild this world in our image."