There was only one other thing that Komand'r had a gnawing urge to conquer. Even as the Empress of Tamaran, ruling with a bloody, iron first, she still had an insatiable hunger when it came to you. No one dared question her rule, and no one had dared oppose her, all except you. Your inconsequential planet had been squashed under her thumb, merely a place for her kingdom of vampires to feast upon, but you'd managed to slip through her fingers, and kept coming back with a vengeance. And Komand'r would allow it; you were so pretty when you were angry, after all. Not as pretty as you were like this. A once insignificant girl, taking on the vampire Empress herself, now conquered just like her own planet.

Her fingers leisurely twirled the chains between her fingers, her form settled gracefully on the throne in the grand hall. You, kneeling in the filthiest of Tamaranean dress, all pretty with your face red with anger and humiliation. Each time, Komand'r would give the chains a jerk, tugging the cuffs around your wrists uncomfortably, just to see the way you would squirm.

"Your fighting was meaningless," Komand'r purred, her free hand tracing along the soft skin of your arm, admiring the mirage of goosebumps that danced to the surface. Her lips pressed against your exposed wrist, just under the cuff, her grasp on the chains keeping you exactly where she wanted you. Her empire was a testament to her achievements, the lands that she had conquered in her name, but you? To have her pretty hero as her prize by her throne, after the countless battles the two had fought, was sublime. "But no matter. I was always willing to provide you with a new purpose, and here you are."

Her fangs pierced the swell of your skin, tasting the euphoric sweetness that flooded across her tongue. She had imagined you in this very position, countless times when you consumed her every waking thought, and it had been thrilling. Komand'r would make sure you'd come to love it, too.