Reincarnated as Napoleon



May 13th, 1801. In the Palace of Versailles. At Napoleon's office. 

Napoleon was reading a letter from General Saint-Cyr, informing him of the development in the region. The last time he heard about Saint-Cyr was when the General informed him that the Kingdom of Portugal had rejected the terms of surrender, continuing the war. 

Now in the letter, he smiled delightedly as he confirmed that the Kingdom of Portugal had signed a peace treaty, the Treaty of Ribeira, ending the war between the Republic of France and the Kingdom of Portugal. 

"Yes!" He exclaimed, pumping up his fist, unable to contain his excitement. 

In the middle of his celebration, a person entered. It was Beaumont. 

Beaumont is confused as to why the First Consul of France is pacing back and forth giddily but nevertheless, he has something to inform him.

"Your Excellency," Beaumont called.

"Yes?" Napoleon halted.

"Apologies for interrupting, but there's someone here to see you," Beaumont informed, his tone respectful but slightly hesitant.

Napoleon's brows furrowed in curiosity. "Don't tell me it's Talleyrand."

"It's Madame Ciela, your wife," Beaumont revealed, his expression neutral as he relayed the information.

"Ciela?" Napoleon's face lit up with surprise, his excitement momentarily suspended. He straightened his coat and ran a hand through his hair to compose himself.

Beaumont noticed the shift in Napoleon's demeanor and nodded. "Yes, Your Excellency."

Napoleon's lips curled into a warm smile. "Well, show her in, Beaumont."

Beaumont nodded and stepped aside to usher Ciela into the room. Her entrance brought Napoleon into a trance, dazzled by her beauty.

"Hello darling," Ciela greeted with the most beautiful smile as she entered the room. 

It took Napoleon five seconds to recover. Her presence is powerful to him. He cleared his throat and flickered his gaze to Beaumont.

"Beaumont, you may excuse yourself now. Close the door when you leave." 

It took Napoleon five seconds to recover. Her presence is powerful to him. He cleared his throat and flickered his gaze to Beaumont.

"Beaumont, you may excuse yourself now. Close the door when you leave."

Beaumont nodded respectfully and promptly exited, closing the door behind him. 

Napoleon's office was now a haven of privacy for the reunited couple.

Drawing closer to Napoleon, Ciela fixed her gaze upon him with an affectionate gleam. "You seem quite pleased with something," she remarked.

Her words seemed to trigger a sudden surge of exhilaration within Napoleon. Without hesitation, he swept her off her feet and swirled her around. 

Her statement prompted a swift reaction from Napoleon. Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms and effortlessly lifted her off the ground. A surprised gasp escaped Ciela as the unexpected motion caught her off guard. In the next instant, he twirled her in a lively circle, their closeness intensifying with each rotation.

As the twirl came to an end, he pressed her gently against the wall. Without further delay, Napoleon pressed his lips on hers passionately, caught up in the moment. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck and her fingers tangling in his hair.

Napoleon's hands roamed over her body, feeling every curve and dip, while Ciela's fingers traced the defined muscles of his back.

Breaking the kiss, Napoleon gazed into her eyes. 

"Darling…you have no idea how happy I am. Aside from you returning after your week-long visit to Bordeaux, I have received news that France has defeated one of its enemies." 

"Yeah…I can feel that" Ciela breathed, catching her breath after their intense frenching. 

"I can't hold myself back anymore…" Napoleon said and captured her lips once more, the passion between them reigniting. He knew that he had to take her then and there, to show her just how happy he was and how much he missed her.

With a swift movement, he lifted her up and carried her over to his desk. Without breaking the kiss, he placed her on the desk and began to sweep all the documents on the table aside. His lips broke from hers and moved down her neck. She moaned in delight as he nibbled her neck and shoulders.

"Napoleon…" Ciela moaned as his lips left her skin to travel down her neck and back up to her lips. His fingers began to loosen the ties of her dress. He then slid her clothes off, revealing her beautiful body. 

There was no longer any hesitation in Napoleon's actions. He was now in control, daring, and dominant.

Napoleon's hands roamed her body, going from her shoulders to her breasts, to her lower regions. He then stopped and smirked at her.

He put his mouth to her breasts, kissing and licking them. She moaned at his touch and began to squirm. Napoleon began to kiss his way down, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nips as he went lower to her panties.

He then began to take off her panties, causing her to let out a soft moan of pleasure, while he attentively watched.

Napoleon began to devote his attention to her most sensitive areas, licking them skillfully. She was already feeling the effects of his teasing and was practically panting with lust. He continued to lick her, savoring the sweet flavor of her building excitement.

And then suddenly, Napoleon stopped, removing his breech and underwear, revealing his hardened shaft. 

"Don't be too rough or I'll moan loudly and Beaumont might hear it," Ciela whispered.

"Don't worry, I'm going to shut you up with my mouth." 

With that, he began to thrust into her and covered her mouth with his to stifle her moans and groans of passion.

She arched her back, moaning, as he moved his hips back and forth. She began to move her hips in unison with him.

He suddenly pulled out and flipped her over, her butt now facing him. He then entered her from behind and she cried out in pleasure.

They both moaned in unison, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other.

All of a sudden, Ciela arched her back in pleasure, throwing her head back. He could feel her inner walls squeezing tightly around his shaft.

They both froze, their bodies shuddering in pleasure and then Napoleon pulled out and collapsed on her back.

"Fuck," Napoleon moaned once more before pulling out his shaft. 

His semen and her fluids mixed together as it ran down her legs. 

"I just pumped a child in you," Napoleon said softly. 

"Today was my safe day so unfortunately, we'll have to do it again the other day," Ciela smirked as she turned around and dropped to her knees on the floor to clean the sticky mess around his shaft. 

"Not that it is a problem," Napoleon grinned. 

When was the last time they had sex? Napoleon thought it's been so long that he couldn't remember. But this was a good buff for him as now the Kingdom of Portugal was out, it was time for the great invasion of the United Kingdom.