Reincarnated as Napoleon



July 13th, 1796 in the city of Florence. Napoleon was having lunch with the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Ferdinand III, in the opulent dining room of the grand ducal palace. The room was adorned with exquisite chandeliers, fine tapestries, and a long, polished mahogany table set with an array of delectable dishes.

As Napoleon and Ferdinand sat across from each other, surrounded by their respective entourages, the atmosphere was a mix of formality and curiosity. The Grand Duke regarded the young French general with a mix of awe and wariness, knowing the reputation Napoleon had built during his swift military campaigns.

"I must say, General Bonaparte, your victories and the speed with which you have conquered much of Italy have been nothing short of remarkable," Ferdinand commented, his tone respectful yet tinged with a hint of caution. "How can one be so young yet accomplish so much?"

Napoleon smiled graciously, appreciating the Grand Duke's admiration.

"Thank you for the praise and the hospitality that you have shown to me thus far," Napoleon said before sipping his wine.

Over the last few weeks, Napoleon had marched through the Duchy of Modena, the Papal States, and the Grand Duchy of Tuscany, where he had levied significant financial contributions, totaling more than 50,000,000 francs, from these states, which found themselves unable to resist.

And also in the last month, Napoleon had pushed General Beaulieu out of Italy and has now been replaced by General Count von Wurmser. Also, an interesting development happened in Mantua. General Augereau, the one he had tasked to siege Mantua received the vital cannons that were transported over the sea. It means that Ciela had done her job splendidly and eliminated Horatio Nelson in the process.

"General Bonaparte," Murat leaned forward and whispered to his ears.

"What is it?" Napoleon whispered a reply.

"Uhm…there is a visitor you would love to see," Murat informed.

Napoleon glanced over his shoulder and saw Ciela, elegantly dressed in a lavender gown with black lace accents, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders. Her head was adorned with a fashionable hat adorned with delicate rose embellishments. A smile spread across Napoleon's face as he realized the visitor Murat had mentioned.

"Ciela," he whispered, his eyes filled with delight. He rose to his feet and made his way towards her.

Napoleon had not seen her since March, and the first thing he longed to do was to embrace Ciela and shower her with affection. As he closed the distance between them, he held her tightly in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"Ehem…" Ferdinand cleared his throat, getting Napoleon's attention. "Uhm…General, who is that lady?"

Napoleon broke away from the embrace, his face flushed with both happiness and slight embarrassment. He turned to face the Grand Duke, Ferdinand III, with a warm smile.

"My apologies, Your Grace," Napoleon said, regaining his composure. "Allow me to introduce my wife, Ciela Bonaparte."

Ciela curtsied gracefully, lifting her gaze to meet the Grand Duke's. "It is an honor to meet you, Your Grace," she said politely.

Ferdinand's eyes widened in admiration as he beheld Ciela's radiant beauty. He rose from his seat and performed a polite bow.

"The honor is mine, Madame Bonaparte. I must say, General Bonaparte, you have a beautiful companion. She possesses a grace and elegance befitting of her station as your wife."

"Well, I consider myself truly fortunate to have her by my side, Your Grace," Napoleon said, gently drawing Ciela closer to him, his hands resting on her waist.

"Madame Bonaparte, do you wish to join us for the remainder of our lunch?" Ferdinand inquired, gesturing towards the grand table set with an array of mouthwatering dishes.

Ciela meekly nodded and took her seat next to Napoleon who guided her with a gentle hand on the small of her back. The entourages of both Napoleon and Ferdinand continued their conversations, albeit with occasional glances and whispers directed at the elegant couple.

Twenty minutes later, Napoleon excused himself with Ciela, retreating to a guest bedroom of the grand ducal palace. The room, just like any other palace in this era, was adorned with luxurious furnishings and a canopy bed draped in rich velvet. As they entered the private space, Napoleon closed the door behind them.

Ciela sat on the bed, looking around as Napoleon approached her with a tender smile. He took a seat beside her and leaned in plant soft kisses on her neck, tickling her senses and eliciting a soft giggle from Ciela. She tilted her head to grant him better access, enjoying the delicate caresses of his lips against her skin.

"I didn't expect to see you here…who was with you? You know it's dangerous to travel in an active warzone."

"Don't worry, Citizen Barras has given me an entourage of French soldiers to escort me here. Also, I won't be staying here for long, I just wanted to see you after all…ugh…" Ciela moaned as Napoleon sucked gently on the sensitive skin of her neck. "Jeez, do you really miss me that much…" she asked, stroking his hair.

"Yeah…I missed you very much Ciela," Napoleon whispered, his voice filled with longing. He continued to trail kisses along her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin. For him, it was like nectar that nourished his soul and replenished his spirit. The weight of the war and the responsibilities that burdened him seemed to fade away in this intimate moment with Ciela.

Ciela's fingers gently tangled in Napoleon's hair as she reveled in his touch. "I missed you too, Napoleon," she murmured.

Napoleon paused and looked up at Ciela. "How are our children? Who is watching them?"

"Beaumont," Ciela replied simply. "And why did you stop?" she asked, tilting her head alluringly. "Kiss me more."

Napoleon grinned at Ciela's playful demand and resumed his affectionate exploration, showering her neck with gentle kisses. His hands caressed her midriff, tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down her spine.

Then his hand traveled south and landed on her breast, gently fondling it as he deepened their kiss. Ciela gasped at the sudden contact, pleasure radiating from her body. She intertwined her arm around Napoleon's neck, deepening their kiss further.

Napoleon couldn't control himself anymore and pushed her to the bed, ripping off her dress and revealing her smooth alabaster skin underneath. He lowered his head to her breast and began sucking on it, eliciting a moan from Ciela's lips. Her hands made quick work of his shirt and breeches, scratching Napoleon's back roughly as she pushed him further onto the bed.

Napoleon himself undressed her quickly, tossing the torn pieces of fabric away. Her body was so soft, so gentle, and her skin was so smooth. He lowered his head to her belly, taking her panties as a prize. Ciela moaned as Napoleon began to kiss her body, leaving her drenched with pleasure.

He paused for a second, removing his breeches and revealing his hardened shaft. He lifted Ciela's legs and pushed himself inside her, filling her with his hot spasming cock. Ciela let out a moan of pleasure as she felt herself being filled with his warm cock. He began thrusting into her slowly, driving her to become wet and ready for more.

Napoleon's hands gripped her hips as he panted heavily, trying to resist the urge to thrust harder when he was inside her. He licked her nipples, sucking them gently as he slowed down his thrusts.

Ciela tugged at his hair, her chest rising and falling as her breath quickened. Moments later, Ciela felt herself being filled with hot cum as Napoleon released it inside her.

Napoleon slowly pulled out his shaft which was drenched with Ciela's juice and his semen. She found it enticing and so she rose to her knees, a smirk crossing her beautiful face.

Ciela bent down and began sucking his cock, cleaning it with her mouth.

She made a slurping sound as she cleaned his cock, tenderly sucking it as if she was trying to milk it.

When she was done, she looked up to Napoleon and met his gaze.

"Satisfied?" Ciela asked.

Napoleon nodded. "Very."

They lay down together on the bed, with Ciela's head resting gently on his chest.

"Darling, next month, I will be hosting a lighting ceremony in Paris to demonstrate the light bulbs. We are building the first power plant as we speak."

"Really?" Napoleon smiled. "I can't wait to see that."

"That's why you must finish your war here okay? Not that I'm rushing you or anything."

Napoleon chuckled softly. "You don't have to tell me that. When are you going to return to Paris?"

"Tomorrow morning," Ciela replied. "How about you? When are you going to leave this place?"

"Tomorrow also," Napoleon answered. "I can't linger in this place any longer as at any moment, the Austrians might launch an attack. And when that happens, I have to be there."

The two settled into a comfortable position and enjoyed the silence, their fingers intertwined with each other. For Napoleon, this was a much-needed break for him.

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