Read part 1 "Emperor Night: Hunted" here.
Queen
The night air chilled Garth's soul as he returned to his tent, lantern-light guiding his way. He was looking forward to getting some rest after a long night watch. Usually, he would have gotten one of his subordinates to cover for his shift, unfortunately things had changed after the incident at Sidim. Borris was sent home due to his injuries fighting the brutes, Lieutenant Sten couldn't be trusted to not think with his dick, and almost all of Garth's other men were either dead or wounded, not to mention the Tracker took off after burning most of Sidim down. Garth was very much looking forward to the reinforcements arriving. Tomorrow a fresh 50-man division along with half-a-dozen Legion brutes would be bolstering their beaten ranks.
Garth missed his comfortable post in Cliffside, he missed his warm feathered bed, he missed the long days of drinking, he missed taking advantage of desperate women. But most of all, he missed the safety. Back home, on a bad day, the most Garth had to deal with were pickpockets and tax-evaders. On this goddess-forsaken expedition, he has had to deal with sentient forests, magically altered brutes, and even a drakken. It reminded him of his youth, when he was just a simple soldier fighting to subjugate Adearath for the Empire. But the worst of it was having to deal with the self-righteous Zigarete. The Grand Inquisitor had dragged Garth from home, it was her fault he had gone through all this. For all her beauty, the Grand Inquisitor lacked any charisma.
"Hello Captain~" A sweet voice cooed to Garth as he entered his tent. Garth readied his polehammer as he waved his lantern in the direction of the voice.
"Who's there? Show yourself." Garth growled as he searched each corner of his abode.
"As you wish." The voice dripped with honey. Slowly, shapely figure materialised in front of Garth. It was a woman. Dark leather straps barely covered her glistening purple-tinted skin, cleavage on full display. A long forked purple tail gently swayed behind her which matched a pair of small curved purple wings that spread out from her shoulder blades. Garth focused on the woman's face. Curved horns, beaming eyes, she was surely a demon. But she was the most entrancing thing he had ever seen. Her long hair floated behind her as she approached the stunned Garth. "Like what you see?" she giggled as she placed her hand on Garth's chest.
"What do you want demon?" Garth swallowed as he found himself unconsciously lowering his weapon.
"Demon? Is that how you address your former queen? How mean."
"Former queen?" Garth studied the demon girl's face, it felt familiar. "Queen Marra?"
"That's me! You are Captain Garth, if I'm not mistaken. The last time I saw you, you had barely made Lieutenant."
"That's me..." Garth couldn't believe what he was seeing. There had been rumours about Queen Marra but it was widely believed that she had been killed by the Dread Sorcerer Fade. It was why Emperor Tarthis hated sorcerers so much... but this was different.
"I have had a few upgrades since I left Tarthis, do you like them?" Marra ran her hand down Garth's arm, his polehammer dropped to the floor as she guided his hand up the curves of her body. Gliding over her plump rear, past her hips, between her breasts, finally resting on one of her horns.
"I..." Garth couldn't find the words. Marra looked completely different to the sweet and regal queen he had remembered, but yet he knew it was still her.
"I heard your are on a little adventure to hunt down a sorcerer." Marra drew close and whispered into Garth's ear, "Is that true?".
Garth slowly and gradually nodded. Marra's scent was like freshly cut flowers.
"Tell me, is this sorcerer's power as interesting as the rumours claim?" Marra asked as she wrapped her tail around Garth's back. Her hand slipping down towards Garth's already full stiffened member.
"He can make people horny..." Garth managed to push the words out of his mouth. "By touch."
"So can I." Marra smirked as she wrapped her fingers around Garth's length and started to stroke it. Her movements were practiced, it is as if she had known exactly how stroke Garth's cock for peak ecstasy.
"Not... like that. It's sorcery, magical." Garth didn't have control over his words.
"Well, that's what my master was hoping." Marra giggled as he got down on her knees, with a quick flick she dropped Garth's pants, unleashing his rod from it's confines. She guided his cock towards her exposed cleavage which hungrily engulfed it's length. "You are doing so well Garth-y." Marra said as she pushed her breasts together and moved them along Garth's length. "Surely you must have thought of taking me whilst I was queen. So many men looked at me with lustful eyes. I'm afraid I would have been much less of a good fuck back then." Marra looked up at Garth, her eyes defeated any remaining resistance the Captain might have had.
Garth nodded again, the former queen had been a regular in his fantasy line-up. Marra leaned her head towards her breasts and opened wide, her tongue reached out and licked the tip of Garth's cock. Garth fought back cumming with every morsel of might he had left in his body. He didn't want this to end. Not yet.
"Is there anything else I should-" Marra slurped on the top of Garth's cock. "know?"
"Companions... two females, an ashborn, and a heldran... he also has the Spear of Narcese." Garth's legs were beginning to shake.
"Oh? Having trouble standing are we?" Marra guided Garth down onto his bedroll. Pulling aside the strap of leather that covered her pussy, she gracefully mounted Garth's cock. "Is that better?"
"Urgh." A solitary grunt was all Garth could manage.
Marra pushed down of Garth's chest and rocked her hips, sucking every inch of Garth's rod deep inside of her. A wicked and sultry grin of victory plastered her face. No man could resist her.
"One last question. Does he care for these companions?" Marra squeezed her legs around Garth's waist.
"Yes- yes. I think so." Garth replied. He had not truly known, but the fact that the sorcerer's companions had seemed willing to use their bodies to help him must have meant something.
"They are his weakness then." Marra laughed as she lifted herself off of Garth's cock. "I need you to feed me now." Marra crawled down and took his length into her mouth, as if on cue Garth released his seed into the former queen's mouth. Marra's eyes gleamed brighter as she swallowed him down. Garth's vision dimmed to black.
The following day, Garth awoke to the sounds of fifty sets of forrin feet rumbling through the camp, reinforcements had arrived. As he sat up, he felt a shooting pain across his whole body. Did he hurt himself when he returned from watch last night? He couldn't remember, come to think of it, he couldn't much of anything last night. He must be getting old.
Alive
Jonathan was in pain. A lot of pain. The back of his head pulsed that he hadn't felt since the first time he went out drinking during university orientation. It sucked. However, pain was good, pain meant he was still alive. 'What the fuck happened?' he thought. He was talking to Lily when suddenly she screamed out and then everything went blank. Jonathan tried to open his eyes and was surprised to find that his eyes were in fact open but everything was still black. A thick fabric bag was wrapped over his head. Jonathan tried to move, but his arms and legs were bound. It was good that he was alive but at this rate, he imagined wouldn't be for long.
"You're awake." Jonathan heard a voice say from in front of him. It was strangely sinister in a way that Jonathan couldn't put his finger on. The bag was lifted from Jonathan's head in a quick motion, the bright light of morning sun assaulted his eyes. Jonathan squinted as his vision slowly returned to him. A lean male faen stood before him, one that he had recognised from Sidim, it was the guy that was smashing through beasts like they were cheap plywood, it was the Tracker. "What is your name sorcerer?"
"Shit, you got me. My name is Bruce, Bruce Wayne, playboy millionaire philanthropist-" Jonathan words were cut short by a swift backhand to the face. The Tracker was wearing gloves, perhaps that was fortunate in this situation.
"Don't lie to me. The priestesses mentioned your name was Jonn." The Tracker crouched down to Jonathan's eye level. "What is your full name?"
"Jonn Nightmare." Jonathan gave the name he chose when he created his character. He was still unable to say his real name.
"Nightmare?" The Tracker raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. Nightmare." Jonathan looked around, he did not recognise where he was. Large rolling fields of long grass surrounded the pair.
"That name is stupid." The Tracker said curtly.
"I know..." Jonathan sighed, regretting his choices. "Wait, isn't your name the Tracker? That's just as dumb." This response was met by another backhand from the Tracker.
"That is just what the Imperial dogs call me." the Tracker response was filled with vitriol.
"I'm confused. Don't you work for them?" Jonathan's question was met with another strike. He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm asking the questions here." the Tracker unclipped one of his maces from his belt.
Jonathan looked around, there must be some way he could escape. He spotted the familiar shine of the Zigarete's spear behind the Tracker, but no guidebook in sight. Jonathan pulled at his binding but there was no way he was going to slip free.
"You best answer my questions with truth and speed." the Tracker said as he tapped his mace on ground. "What are you plans to overthrow the Empire?"
"I have none." Jonathan immediately regretted his answer as he watched the Tracker's mace be lifted into the air. "Wait, wait! I'm serious! I don't give a flying fuck what happens to the Empire I'm just trying to survive out here." the Tracker's mace hesitated in the air before gently being placed down onto the ground.
"What an interesting phrase. I believe you." the Tracker smirked. "Unfortunately, that makes you useless to me." Jonathan thought better than to ask why. "Here I was hoping that you had at least a shred of ambition." the Tracker stood up. "I thought you were at least interesting when I heard you stole the Spear of Narcese from Zigarete, but you are just like the others sorcerers I've met, no imagination, no bite." the Tracker clipped his mace back to his belt. "I will have to keep looking from someone with balls." the Tracker looked down to Jonathan with pity. "Shame. Zigarete will be here soon enough to take you to your execution." the Tracker turned away from Jonathan.
"I got more balls than you." Jonathan said with a growl. The Tracker narrowed his eyes but didn't move. "Where I'm from, I have brought down nations." Jonathan lied, well it wasn't so much of a lie than it was a healthy stretching of the truth, Jonathan thought back to his games. "I climbed the ranks of the Silken Empire and under my rule I crushed all that opposed me." Jonathan thought back to his time playing Netorare Emperor in the backroom of Mr. Checnov's shop when he should have been taking stock.
"Go on." the Tracker turned back, intrigued.
Over the next thirty minutes, Jonathan regaled the faen with his gaming achievements. How he thwarted a bandit uprising in Netorare Emperor, how he brought down the economy of the Soviet Union in a game called Spyed, and how he trained a magical warrior to defeat raunchy demons in a game called Magical Girl in Trouble. Of course, he left out the fact that his achievements were all a part of a game.
"You are either an expert story weaver or I have misjudged you." the Tracker crouched back down and looked into Jonathan's eyes looking for some hint of deceit. Jonathan stared back. "Either way, you might actually be useful. Looks like I wont be handing you over, for now." Jonathan felt relived, but that feeling was quickly lost when the Tracker placed the fabric bag back over his head. "Time for you to meet the resistance." Jonathan felt a sharp bludgeoning pain smack the side of his head.
When Jonathan came too, his environment had changed once again. He was sitting on a chair in the middle of a large room. In front of him, at a hewn stone table sat three hooded figures, their faces shrouded. Behind the trio, on the room's wooden wall was engraved in large letters the words "Rainfell for the faen.". It was then that Jonathan had realised that most of his restraints had been removed, now only a single length of rope bound him to the chair he sat on. Besides Jonathan hovered the Tracker. Jonathan peered around for an exit, he spotted a single door directly behind him. There were no windows and yet the room was fully illuminated. Wisps of light hovered in throughout the room like floating candles. Jonathan looked back over to the three hooded figures.
"I'm guessing you are all wondering why I brought you here." Jonathan chuckled.
"Silence prisoner!" The middle figure said sternly, his voice reminded Jonathan of his old high school headmaster. "You will speak when you are spoken to or you will be gagged."
"This is the one?" The right figure asked, she had a much more pleasing voice.
"He is." The Tracker responded.
"He is not much to look at." The left figure said, her voice sounding remarkably similar to the figure on the right. "-and he is human, ew."
"I don't know he looks rather cute in a pathetic way." the right figure added.
"His race and appearance matters little." The middle figure stated, "as long as he has the abilities we are looking for. We are ready to hear your report."
"The Empire is still oblivious. Tarthis still thinks I'm his loyal servant. Even the Inquisition is unsuspecting." the Tracker pushed Jonathan's chair towards the trio. "This sorcerer has proven to be formidable. He has escaped Imperial capture a numerous times." the Tracker paused, "He has even eluded me once."
"That is quite the feat." the middle figure sounded impressed. "The last time that happened was when the Empire sent you after the Dread Sorcerer Fade."
'And I thought my name was edgy...' Jonathan thought to himself.
"I don't believe the similarities are a coincidence." the Tracker continued. "Jonn's sorcery is unique and almost as powerful as Fade's. He can control other's emotions and unlike Fade's mind control, it works on highly intelligent species. The Resistance can use him."
"If he can control people, isn't he better of dead? Why would you bring someone so dangerous here?" the left figure asked.
"Because his powers only work if you touch his skin." the Tracker poked Jonathan's cheek with his gloved hand. "See, harmless. But to get a full understanding of his power will require a demonstration." the Tracker waved over the figure on the left. "Vianna, would you please approach the prisoner. I assure you, it is safe to do so." the three figures removed their hoods, they were faen, all with a deep dark-blue complexion. The figure on the left, whom the Tracker had called Vianna had short black hair cut messily, her pale makeup glittered in the candlelight.
"Why me and not Kianna?" Vianna complained. She looked over at the right most figure who was a splitting image of herself, identical twins. The only thing separating the two was a beauty mark. Vianna's was located underneath the corner of her left eye, whilst Kianna's beauty mark was located underneath the corner of her right eye.
"Just do as he says." The middle figure said exasperatedly, he was an older faen, salt and pepper hair, wrinkle lines, and a five-o'clock shadow. "You complain more than your mother."
"Fine!" Vianna huffed, her face crinkled up as she approached Jonathan.
"Now touch his hand." the Tracker directed.
"I really don't think that is a great idea." Jonathan tried to shuffle his chair back but it was being held in place by the Tracker. "Hey Tracker guy, don't you think this will end badly?" Jonathan was about to utter 'conievo' to temporarily disable his power, but before he could, the Tracker shoved a wadded up piece of cloth into his mouth. "Mmmmh!" Jonathan tried futilely to mumble the words. Too late, Vianna had touched his hand. The faen girl immediately jumped onto Jonathan's lap, straddling him. She began to grasp at his chest and pants, looking to rip them off of him.
"What are you doing Vianna?" the middle figure demanded an answer.
"I'm sorry, I just really... need cock." Vianna moaned.
"What else is new?" Kianna rolled her eyes.
"As you can see, with a mere touch, the sorcerer's power turns their target into a lustful mess." the Tracker pulled Vianna off of Jonathan. Vianna affections then changed target to the Tracker, she reached into his pants and searched for the thing she desired.
"How about you? I bet you could give me a good fuck." Vianna clung to the Tracker.
"Hey, get off my man you slut!" Kianna shouted.
"Oh come one sis, you need to learn to share." Vianna retorted before being further restrained by the Tracker. After some struggling, the Tracker sat Vianna back down on her chair and produced a pair of manacles from his pants. Vianna's hands were clamped behind the back of the chair.
"What a remarkable power." the middle figure pondered. "This might just be the advantage we have been looking for all these years. But this sorcerer doesn't seem very willing to help us."
"Come on, someone fuck me. Please." Vianna begged.
"He wants to live. With the Empire after him, he is unlikely to continue living for very long. So, I would say our goals align." the Tracker removed the gag from Jonathan's mouth. "You do wish to continue living right, sorcerer?"
"No shit. Preferably on a yacht somewhere far away from here." Jonathan could still taste the dirt from the rag that was in his mouth, would it have killed him to use something cleaner?
"He has a interesting way of speaking." the middle figure stood up and inspected Jonathan closer. "Where are you from?"
"I'm from a galaxy far far away." Jonathan smirked.
"How very odd. Well, what say you? Will you work for us if it means your safety?"
"Yeah. But I hope you have a good dental plan because your goon here has been knocking around my teeth all day."
"I don't know what that means but considering you said yes. Let me introduce myself." the middle-aged faen stood tall. "I am Hokk, King of Rainfell and the leader of the Resistance against the Empire."
"Please, your majesty, let me suck your cock. I won't tell mother. I bet I'm better at it anyway." Vianna cut-in.
"Is there something you can do about that?" Hokk pointed to Vianna.
"Yes, but you got to untie me first." Jonathan said.
Obligation
Painsley picked up the open guidebook. It had been laying facedown on the ground behind a large boulder. No Jonn is sight. He had been missing for a good few hours now and the others were starting to worry. Saikhi was the first to notice something wasn't right when her master didn't return for dinner, he never missed dinner. When Talitha got wind of the situation she devised a search plan to scour the immediate area. Along with Alistar and his knights, everyone was assigned a sector to search, they were then to report back in a few hours. Painsley rejected Alistar's proposed escort and instead searched her sector alone. Well, not completely alone, she still had her beast, Jonn the Second, with her. Painsley flipped over the book and a familiar little blue fairy appeared standing on its pages.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the flat-chested Painsley." Lily said mockingly. Painsley began to close the guidebook. "Wait! You're looking for Jonn right? I know what happened to him."
"Make it quick, before I get bored and throw you in a lake or something." Painsley wasn't bluffing, she had thrown away a guidebook before.
"Oh somebody woke up on the wrong side of the beast-cock this morning. Jonn was taken by the Tracker." Lily stated.
"The who?" Painsley asked, fighting ever urge to close the book right then and there.
"No not The Who, great band, a little known fact, they are terrible playing games, especially pinball." Lily continued, "The Tracker is one of the Empire's most dangerous sorcerer hunters, a faen like you."
"Well damn." Painsley sighed. "So he is gone then? RIP I guess."
"Wow, that was quick. You are really going to just abandon him?" Lily said shocked.
"I mean, what's the chances he is still alive? Murderous Empire dudes usually don't let sorcerers stay alive in this world."
"Well I know for a fact he is still alive. I keep track of that kind of thing. You can use the compass on the back page of this book to navigate to him. Which you would know if you bothered to read the damned manual I provided you." Lily rolled her eyes.
"Hey Lily." Painsley interrupted her.
"Yeah?"
"See you later." Painsley closed the book with a thunk.
"Fuuuuuuck." Painsley groaned as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Well boy, looks like we are going to have to go find your name's sake." She looked over to Jonn the Second and gave him a pat. "I mean, he did save me from being a goblin sex slave, I best return the favour." Painsley noticed the Jonn the Second subtly nod, probably a coincidence. With a swift jump, Painsley jumped on top of Jonn the Second. "Let's get back to the others."
Painsley rode back towards camp. Loud voices, the sounds of clashing metal. Something wasn't right. She nudged Jonn the Second into a gallop. Dust and fire surrounded the camp, Alistar's knights clashed with Imperial soldiers several men on each side had been felled. Alistar's forces were greatly outnumbered, there must have been five soldiers for every one of Alistar's knights. Not to mention the Imperial brutes that were causing havoc. At the head of the Imperial forces was a sliver-haired woman dressed in a red and black robe, wielding a flaming spear. Next to her stood a large man in full black plate armour a two handed maul that matched his size in hand.
"God damn it! We just can't catch a break, can we?" Painsley charged forward with her beast and crashed into a line of Imperial soldiers.
"Thank you for the assistance, Lady Painsley." Alistar shouted as he engaged one of the brutes.
"I am no lady, but you're welcome." Painsley said as Jonn the Second headbutted another soldier, sending him flying. Painsley looked for the others, Saikhi was in the back of the formation being protected by Alistar's second in command Hoarn. Meanwhile, Talitha was deftly flipping and sliding through the ranks of the Imperials.
"This doesn't look like it is going our way." Alistar admitted as he thrust his sword into a brute's belly. "We should retreat."
"No complaints here." Painsley said as she noticed the menacing Inquisitor approaching her. Without warning, Jonn the Second reared his body up. A beam of fire originating from the Inquisitor's spear struck Jonn the Second's underbelly. Had the beast not moved so quickly, Painsley would have taken those flames straight to her face. Jonn the Second let out a loud roar and slammed his body down. The resulting quake caused all those around him to lose balance. "Get out of here Alistar. We will hold off these bastards."
"Retreat! We will live to stand another day lads!" Alistar shouted as he gave the signal to retreat. "Regroup at the northern safehouse!"
Jonn the Second limped forward, protecting his allies retreat. Rage welled up in the beast's eyes. He bucked Painsley off of him, she landed on her back. Jonn the Second back over to her and stomped it's foot, she knew what the beast wanted. 'Get out of here.' Even though no words were spoken, she could almost hear them being said. Painsley nodded and held back a tear as she scrambled to her feet. With renewed vigour Jonn the Second charged the Inquisitor as she unleashed another beam of fire which struck Jonn the Second in his shoulder. The beast did not stop, it pushed through the pain with a singular goal. But as he was about to collide with the Inquisitor, the warrior in black plate placed himself between the two. With a loud crunch the warrior caught Jonn the Second's side with the head of his maul.
Painsley couldn't look back, she knew this was her only chance to escape. She wasn't going to let Jonn the Second's sacrifice be in vain. She muttered a quiet vow of vengeance as she disappeared into the rocky terrain. It was nightfall before she stopped running. She hoped the others made it out ok.
Interrogation
"Another blood bath." Zigarete stepped through the tattered camp. She couldn't help but think this would have gone better if she had the Tracker with her. Where had he gotten to? Why would he leave without saying a word? No, that was very much in his character, it was her fault to think she could rely on him.
"I'm getting to old for this shit." Captain Garth clutched his wounded arm as he approached the Grand Inquisitor.
"Captain, report." Zigarete said as she cleaned the ash off of her newly acquired spear. The Shard of the Red Isles had been given to her by the Emperor from his personal armoury. She was grateful, without it she would have been crushed by that beast.
"We have suffered twenty-five casualties, including two brutes. We managed to take down... six of them, seven if you include that beast." Garth sighed.
"So few." Zigarete shook her head. "Imperial soldiers have grown weak. It is hard to believe we ever conquered anything, let alone all of Adearath."
"The big metal guy did his fair share of carnage." Garth nodded over to man dressed in the black full plate.
"As he should, Rike is one of the Inquisition's finest."
"Thank you Grand Inquisitor, I live to serve." Rike's voice boomed from underneath a metal helmet that completely obscured his face. He kneeled on one knee. "I personally eliminated three of the enemy combatants."
"If only others were as skilled as you Rike." Zigarete looked accusatively at Captain Garth.
"Hey don't look at me, I was fighting that crazy forestfolk woman. I could barely follow her moves." Garth complained.
"That is the problem." Zigarete continued to survey the destruction. "Were are men able to follow them?"
"Uh about that." Garth hesitated to continue, "most of our men chasing the sorcerer's forces fell into a hole."
"A hole?"
"Yeah. A rather large hole. Actually two rather large holes."
"We are going to leave that particular detail out of the official report, am I clear Captain?" Zigarete couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Understood Grand Inquisitor. We do have have some good news though." Garth was keen to save face after another monumental defeat.
"Well, out with it." Zigarete did not expect much of this 'good news'.
"We managed to capture one of the sorcerer's companions. The ashborn girl. One of the brutes managed to nab her in the chaos of the retreat." Garth grinned.
"Oh, that is actually good news." Zigarete admitted. "Bring her to our forward outpost and we will question her. And for goddess' sake get a medic to bandage your bleeding arm."
"Right." Garth wandered off to find a medic.
"And you can stop kneeling now Rike."
"Yes ma'am."
Later that night Zigarete called the prisoner into her command tent. The ashborn was brought in by Garth, she seemed meek but had a defiant look in her eyes. Her clothes were clearly makeshift. Maybe that is how Jonn like his women, barely dressed. It disgusted Zigarete that this sorcerer was spreading his corruption throughout the land. He needed to be stopped. Zigarete placed down her spear and approached the captive.
"What is your name?" Zigarete said.
"S- Saikhi." her voice was timid but had an undertone of resistance.
"That is a nice name. A good, ashborn name. Are you from the Red Isles?"
"No." Saikhi shook her head. "I was born in Cliffside. I have never seen the Isles."
"It's beautiful, a little less so then it use to be I must admit but the building and temples are a sight to see."
"I know what you are doing..." Saikhi said. "You are trying to build report with me. I've read about this tactic before."
"Have you now?" Zigarete placed her hand on Saikhi's shoulder. "Well is it working?"
"No." Saikhi, "I will never betray my master."
"Master? You are bounded then." Zigarete let go of Saikhi's shoulder as Saikhi covered her mouth with her hands. "You are not as smart as you think you are. Tell me, where is your master."
"Even if I knew I would not tell you!" Saikhi eeked out as she closed her eyes.
"Is that so?" Zigarete turned away from Saikhi and took a step away. "Garth, please tear off our prisoner's top."
"You don't have to ask me twice." Garth ripped the makeshift top that Saikhi had been wearing since her encounter with the goblins. Her breasts bounced out and her nipples immediately hardened.
"I don't like using such crude methods of interrogation but with a sexual fend like your master, it might be best to fight fire, with fire." Zigarete inspected her spear, still looking away from Saikhi. "You can start groping, Captain."
"Mmh~" Saikhi let out an unintentional moan as Garth firmly grabbed her breasts from behind. His fingers made their way to her nipples and gently pinched them.
"You don't seem to be disliking your treatment, how interesting." Zigarete chuckled, still looking away.
"That- that's not true." Saikhi felt her breath quicken as the Captain continued to have his way with her breasts. She couldn't believe what she was feeling, did she like sex that much? Ever since she had met her master, she felt like she had been becoming more and more addicted.
"I missed your big tits." Garth said into Saikhi's ear. It sent a shiver down Saikhi's spine.
"Let's try this again. Where is you master?" Zigarete repeated.
"I- mmh- do not know. He went missing." Saikhi admitted as she held back her moans.
"Remove her skirt." Zigarete ordered. Garth didn't hesitate, Saikhi stood there completely exposed. Garth pushed his cock against Saikhi's ass. Although it was still in his pants, Saikhi could feel the hard curve press against her. It wasn't unpleasant. "Maybe some time increasing the morale of my soldiers will jog your memory. We lost quite a few men in that last battle, I am sure the survivors are keen to work off some their frustrations. Don't you think Captain?"
"Very much so Grand Inquisitor." Garth was beginning to think the stuck up bitch of a Grand Inquisitor wasn't so bad after all. Zigarete started to slide her fingers up and down the shaft of her spear, the Shard of the Red Isles felt surprisingly nice in her hand.
"Use my body all you want, no amount of-" Saikhi's words were interrupted by Garth sliding a finger into her pussy. It went in smoothly and without resistance. "Oh- that is uh-" Saikhi huffed. "I will not say anything."
"Such a slutty ashborn." Garth said as he continue to finger her "I can't wait to fill you up again." Saikhi unconsciously spread her legs apart, allowing for better access.
"Garth, take her to the men, then the brutes, I will check on her in the morning." Zigarete firmly grasped her spear. "Also, send in Rike, I need to speak with him." Zigarete felt the corruption of the sorcerer getting to her, she needed to deal with it.
"Will do." Garth slapped Saikhi's ass and lead her out of the command tent. A few minutes later Rike walked in, still dressed in his full plate armour. Zigarete on the other hand had dropped her robes to the ground.
"You called Grand Inquisit-" Rike's words stopped and shyly looked away from Zigarete. "Ma'am I am sorry, I didn't realise you were getting changed."
"It is no mistake Inquisitor Rike, I called you in here to deal with my urges." Zigarete turned around and walked towards Rike, her body on full display.
"Urges ma'am?" Rike swallowed.
"Yes, ever since the sorcerer touched me, I have been feeling urges that have been getting in the way of my duties." Zigarete placed her hand on Rike's codpiece. "There is no way I am going to let Garth near my body, so you are my best bet."
"Best bet?" Rike's armour shuttered and clanged as he shook, unable to move.
"Yes, I want you to fuck me Rike." Zigarete unfastened Rike's codpiece and threw it to the side. "That is an order."
"But Grand Inquisitor, I haven't, I am not. I am not what is considered desirable." Rike protested.
"You're big and strong Rike. What's not to like?" Zigarete pulled Rike's cock out, it was thick and long, it was good to know that codpiece's size was not just for show. "Oh you are very big and strong." Zigarete smiled. "Pick me up and take me right here."
"As you wish Grand Inquisitor." Rike picked up Zigarete who was barely half his size, his weapon must have weighed more than she did. With a deliberate motion he lowered her spread legs down onto his heft, her folds took his length to the hilt.
"Yes. Bounce me up and down on your dick." Zigarete commanded. Rike complied, moving her with ease, it was as if Zigarete was a sheathe for his cock. "Yes, that's it. Right there. You are so deep inside of me." Zigarete moaned as leaned her head back in ecstasy.
Zigarete was not the only one enjoying a good dicking. She could hear from outside of her tent the hollering and cheers from the Imperial soldiers as they took turns with their new plaything. The ashborn seemed to be enjoying herself by the sounds of her moans, though they were muffled, likely due to all of her holes being filled. Zigarete thought for a moment that maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Being used by her soldiers... What was she thinking? She couldn't just give it away to everyone like that could she?
"Fuck me Rike, use my pussy!" Zigarete shouted, could the men outside hear her? The thought seemed to encourage her further.
"You feel amazing Grand Inquisitor." Rike let out shyly. Zigarete thought it was kind of cute how embarrassed he was to indulge in such pleasure. After a few minutes of bouncing his boss on his length, Rike was ready to blow. "I can't hold it much longer."
"That's ok Rike, unleash your seed inside of me." Zigarete encouraged. Moments later Zigarete felt Rike's warm cum fill her insides. There was so much of it. When Zigarete was ultimately let down, she was dripping.
"Ma'am, was that alright?" Rike asked.
"Yes, thank you Rike, you're dismissed. Feel free to try out that ashborn whore if you wish." Zigarete picked up Rike's codpiece and threw it to him before waving him out. As she opened the tent she saw Saikhi in the middle of the camp next to the fire, she was brute's cock whilst servicing other men with he mouth. Zigarete bit the bottom of her lip before shaking her head and leaving for bed. Best not to dwell on those intrusive thoughts.
Tea
"Welcome to the Resistance Jonn." the Tracker officially welcomed Jonathan as they both sat down in a surprisingly lovely living room filled with various trinkets, tea brewing on the table. "I'm glad you decided to join us."
'Not that I had much of a choice.' Jonathan thought as he took a sip of tea, it was floral. Jonathan felt like he landed in the uncanny valley of plot twists. Here he was sipping tea with the guy that just few hours ago was slapping him about. "I don't get it."
"What don't you get?" the Tracker asked.
"Why do you want to topple the Empire, I thought you were some kind of fan boy." Jonathan took a big healthy swig of tea after saying that.
"Fan boy? I'm not sure that is how I would put it. But yes, it must seem strange especially if you have heard the tales about me. I have killed many people for the Empire. Enemy soldiers, sorcerers, even faen. But only when I absolutely had to. It was all to get close to Tarthis."
"So you could kill him?" Jonathan thought that there was probably easier ways to achieve that goal that involved a lot less murdering innocents.
"No. Nothing so mundane as that. If I wanted to merely kill Tarthis, I would have done so years ago. Tarthis is merely as symptom of the problem we face. If we kill Tarthis, another upstart will take his place and we will be right where we are now with a new demon at the head of the Empire. Better the demon we know. Beside, Tarthis isn't even the largest threat to my people. Do you know what is?"
"Gentrification?" Jonathan leaned back in his chair and rubbed the back of his neck.
"I never heard of him, is this Gentrification another sorcerer we should be worried about?"
"No, it's a joke- don't worry..."
"The biggest threat that we face are the Shapers. There are mystical forces at play that are changing our world for the worse. We don't know where or how but these forces have been at the root of so many changes in Adearath. The introduction of strange new species into our world, like goblins, the terraforming of large swaths of land that has displaced entire civilizations, even the introduction of sorcerers and sorcery was the Shapers doing."
'Shit, he is definitely talking about the coders at Isekguy.' Jonathan thought, trying to maintain his best poker face. He didn't know how, but sounded like they were changing this world into their playground. Lily had some 'splainin to do. "That sound's terrible."
"It is. Stopping the Shapers is the Resistance's ultimate goal." the Tracker voice sounded crestfallen. "But that goal is a long way off. For now, we'd settle with dismantling the Empire. It was set up by the Shapers and taking it down will be a small move in the right direction."
"I have to admit, you are different to what I expected." Jonathan said as he shifted in his seat. "I expected someone with the moniker of 'The Tracker' to be a strong silent type.
"Only to my enemies." the Tracker smirked. "My real name is Tellik if you must know."
"I will stick with the Tracker if it is all the same to you, sounds cooler."
"I agree." the Tracker laughed. "Tellik doesn't quite strike fear into the hearts of my enemies."
"There is something I still don't understand though." Jonathan downed the last drop of his tea. "How is my power going to help the Resistance? It seems like more of a hinderance than a help."
"That will be revealed all in good time. We are not even sure if our plan is going to work so there is no point explaining it until we are certain. But I am sure my fiancé will inform you of the details when the time comes."
"That's Kianna right?"
"Yes, she is my betrothed. Her and Vianna are the daughters of King Hokk, their mother Queen Yianna is King Hokk's second wife." Jonathan was going to need a diagram to keep track of all these relationships.
"So why will Kianna tell me and not you? Are you going somewhere?"
"Actually yes. I am going to return to Zigarete with your head."
"Uh..." Jonathan got ready to run.
"Not actually your head, don't worry. There is a sorcerer in the Resistance that has the ability to transmute stone into other materials, even flesh. I am sure you will meet him at some point. He is the main reason I have been able to maintain my cover for so long. Let's just say that many of the kills that have been attributed to me have been overexaggerated."
"That is... actually quite genius." Jonathan admitted. I was certain I was dead when you captured me.
"You might have been." the Tracker admitted. "If you were not useful to Resistance, I would have taken you to Zigarete."
"Well that's ruined my day."
"You must understand. My position is one of the most critical in the Resistance. If I mess up even once, I'm dead and with me goes decades of progress. It is nothing personal, I have had to do some truly evil things to maintain my cover."
"For the greater good and all that?" Jonathan didn't like that mindset, it was almost like replacing evil with evil.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." the Tracker placed his teacup down and stood up ready to leave. "It is about time for me to go. I have already spent more time than I should have in Rainfell. Before I go, is there anything I should know about you and your companions?"
"Just one thing." Jonathan continued, "If you hurt one hair on any of their heads, no force in this world or my last will stop me from finding you and ending you."
"Ha." the Tracker smirked. "I like you Jonn. I will keep look out for your friends and protect them as best I can."
Twins
Jonathan wasn't sure how much time had passed since he had first been captured by the Tracker and 'voluntold' to join the Resistance. He was beginning to worry about Saikhi, Talitha, Painsley, and even Alistar, though he had only just joined with him, he seemed like a good enough guy, hell, Jonathan was even a little bit worried about Lily. Jonathan started to think about escape. Though he had only seen the inside of this one building since and the compound seemed like a labyrinth, not a single window in sight, the only illumination was the wisps that seemed to follow him from room to room. Some rooms had vents where air was being fed in, perhaps he could squeeze through them like John McClane. Just thought of that exhausted him.
Jonathan had been allocated a bedroom and was led there by one of the Resistance guards after Tellik- rather the Tracker, left to deliver his head to Zigarete. If there was one bright side to all of this, it was that the Empire wouldn't be actively hunting him down anymore. Assuming all goes to plan. But my god was waiting in this bedroom boring. At least the bed was comfortable. But there was no frame of reference, had it been an hour, three, seven? Jonathan couldn't tell anymore. Jonathan heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Jonathan called from his bed.
"Vianna." the voice from behind the door called out.
"Come in I guess." Jonathan said. He hoped that she wasn't going to cause trouble because of the Tracker's 'demonstration'. The door swung open. Vianna stood there in a tightly fitting black leather outfit. It suited her much more than the cultish robes she was wearing prior.
"Are you busy?" Vianna asked.
"Not really." Jonathan said. "Look, I'm sorry about before. I didn't have control over what happened."
"Actually," Vianna approached "I'm not upset. I just wanted to um- try it." Vianna approached closer. "Again, I mean." Ah shit, Jonathan tossed up the virtues of restraint and then immediately tossed those virtues out the window when Vianna unlaced the back of her top revealing some absolutely exquisite breasts.
"If I must." Jonathan sighed as he approached and Vianna's half-naked body, hands outstretched. His hands were certainly tied on this one. Yup. Nothing he could do to fight this one. Vianna allowed Jonathan to take hold of her perky breasts. Immediately she went weak at the knees.
"My goddess, it feels so good. I don't believe it." Vianna dropped to her knees. "My skills are not as good as they could be but please let me suck on your thing..." Jonathan obliged he dropped his pants and thrusted his cock towards Vianna's eager mouth. Though it was strange, wasn't Vianna supposed to be the slutty one? It didn't matter, when Jonathan's cock was engulfed between those beautiful lips the only thing Jonathan could think was along the lines of 'fuck yes.' "Such a manly rod you have." Vianna looked up and smiled at Jonathan, she was surprisingly sweet. "Am I doing a good job?"
"Yeah. Keep sucking on the tip like that." Jonathan guided Vianna on how to best attend to his cock. Jonathan looked down at the beautiful faen as she lovingly obeyed.
"What in the goddess' name are you doing Kianna?" A voice came from the door. Jonathan looked up, it was Kianna, no wait. It was Vianna... That must mean. Oh no. She was wearing the same outfit as her sister.
"Just sucking our new recruits' dick, what does it look like? Don't pretend you haven't thought about it." Kianna said between working Jonathan's cock.
"You are such a slut oh my goddess. You have fiancé girl, you can't just go about sucking off randoms." Vianna complained as she approached to get a better look.
"It is not like he is here, plus I know he has been fucking that Inquisitor, I'm sure he wouldn't mind." Kianna attempted to slide Jonathan's rod down her throat somewhat successfully.
"Urgh, well then at least don't hog the new guy." Vianna moved up to Jonathan and planted a deep kiss on his lips. Identical twins, Jonathan was undoubtedly winning. "Oh yes... that is the stuff, like your first hit of gog-root." Vianna joined her sister on her knees in front of Jonathan. "Give me a turn." Vianna wrestled Jonathan's cock from Kianna's mouth placed it into her own. Kianna pouted but watched her sister's technique. She was taking notes with her eyes.
"Be sure to share girls." Jonathan said as he popped his cock out of Vianna's mouth and back into Kianna's.
"Urgh, but Kianna is so bad at this." Vianna grasped the back of Kianna's hair and forced her head down on Jonathan's dick. "See sis, you got to really get his cock deep inside your mouth. It's ok to make a bit of noise."
"Mmmh-" Kianna's words were illegible. After a moment she forced her head off of Jonathan's dick for a breath. Vianna pushed her back down.
"You like using my sister's mouth don't you, you damn pervert." Vianna grinned as she looked up at Jonathan. "Sorry her mouth isn't as good as mine." The sisters continued to take turns pleasing Jonathan.
"On the bed, both of you." Jonathan ordered the twins onto his single bed. The pair wasted no time removing their clothes. Kianna laid down facing the ceiling whilst Vianna positioned herself on top of her facing the bed. Their breasts pressed up against each other. Jonathan positioned himself to ready to slide his cock between their pussies. He pushed down Vianna's ass, sandwiching his cock between the twins' wet folds. He began to thrust, his member fully surrounded.
"Keep going please." Kianna moaned as she held onto her sister.
"I wonder which one of us he will choose to fuck first." Vianna asked her sister as she leaned in and kissed her. Kianna put up a token amount of resistance before returning her sister's affections.
"Oh-" Kianna gasped as she felt Jonathan's length enter her. She felt so lucky to be chosen first.
"So... good." Kianna continued breathlessly. Jonathan made sure to keep Vianna's pussy occupied with his fingers and he pumped into her sister.
"Me too. Fuck me too." Vianna demanded. Jonathan slipped his cock out of Kianna and straight into Vianna. They felt so similar, though it was clear Vianna had better technique, she pushed her ass back against Jonathan, satisfyingly clapping against Jonathan's body. Jonathan continued to swap between the greedy sisters. Each one demanding his attention. He was ready. He felt his ball ready to burst.
"Back on your knees." Jonathan ordered the girls to their knees. "And open wide." Kianna and Vianna were very accommodating to Jonathan's wishes. They got down on their knees and opened their mouths wide. Jonathan gently pushed their heads together so their mouths were right next to each other. With a grunt Jonathan unloaded his love into the girls' mouths, being sure to evenly spread his load. Vianna wanted more, she kissed her sister and attempted to gather as much of Jonathan's cum for herself. Kianna fought hard to keep it for herself. The girls then collapsed into a heap on the floor, exhausted.
"I fucking love this world."
Regroup
Talitha stopped running to allow Alistar and his men to catch up. They were far enough away from their pursuers that they could afford to rest and regain their strength. Alistar and his men caught up after a few minutes.
"Those vile Imperial scum." Alistar spat as he took a head count. "Only seven of us? Where is Hoarn?" His remaining men were looking worse for wear.
"Sir, I saw him fall to a brute, he was protecting Saikhi." One of Alistar's men piped up.
"Long may he rest." Alistar said solemnly as the rest of his men joined in chorus.
"Saikhi and Painsley are missing too. I saw Painsley take off in a different direction to us, but I didn't see Saikhi escape and if Hoarn is gone, that means Saikhi is still back there." Talitha said as she unattached her hatchet from her belt. "I'm going back to save her."
"They have us outnumbered and out equipped." Alistar held his sword out in front of Talitha to stop her from leaving.
"Then I will die for my family." Talitha knocked Alistar's sword out of the way and began to walk back the way they had came.
"Don't be ridiculous, you are no good to Saikhi or your chieftain if you are dead. I have a way to get both of them back." Alistar stabbed his sword into the ground. "If you are willing to hear it." These words stopped Talitha in her tracks. "But it requires patience."
"Patience?" Talitha turned back to Alistar, zealous flames flickered in her eyes.
"Yes, patience. We have a underground Sentinel lodge not far from here, if we push on we might even be able to make it there before morning. Last we checked, twenty of our finest men were stationed there. That should be more than enough to launch a rescue operation. My guess is that these Inquisitors also have Jonn, so we need to do this right."
Talitha's tightened her grip around her hatchet. She seethed as anger flowed throughout her body. She thought back to her last chieftain, her former tribe. She remembered how they were destroyed by the Empire. She couldn't let that happen again. Talitha soften her grip on her hatchet as she fell to her knees and let out a primal roar. She knelt there for uncertain what to do. She felt Alistar's hand on her shoulder.
"It's alright Miss Talitha, we are going to make those cren-shit soldiers pay." Alistar said as he helped Talitha to her feet.
The group made good time, before long, the rocky mountainous terrain gave way to green rolling fields. They waded through long grass that reached up to their waists. The night wind gently blew through those fields, causing the grass to ripple like the waves at a beach. Talitha would have appreciated its beauty more had the stakes not been so dire. Alistar took point, leading the group to a small grove of trees. He brushed away fallen leaves to reveal a wooden hatch. Alistar lifted the hatch and waved Talitha and the others down into the depths of the earth. Bioluminescent lights lined the passageway down. Talitha was worried she was entering another dungeon like the one in Sidim, she kept her hand firmly on her hatchet. The passageway ended in a single circular chamber with a metal door, light seeped out from behind it.
"Welcome to the North Sentinel Lodge!" Alistar announced as he pulled open the door to reveal a brightly lit pub, three buxom barmaids carried an unsafe number beers to over two dozen patrons seated at various long tables throughout the room, a mix of ashborn and humans. Talitha wondered how such a structure was even possible this far underground.
"Long may we drink!" The patrons within cheered as the group entered. Alistar jumped up on the nearest table and returned the cheer before launching into a speech.
"Sentinels, I bare grave news." the patrons quieted. "Our scavenging party was mercilessly hit by an Imperial Inquisition detachment. The valiant Sir Hoarn along with five other brothers have fallen in the line of duty. Long may they rest!" the room echoed Alistar's chant. "Further more, they have taken prisoner our good friend Saikhi, a sweet and kind ashborn, with tits so nice, they could sooth any ailment." The room erupted in whispers, "they have also likely taken prisoner two more of our friends, the sorcerer Jonn, who's power and deeds I have been told are great, and Painsley, lover of uh- beasts." Alistar grabbed a full pint of beer from the table he was standing on and unsheathed his sword. "We cannot let this stand, not whilst we stand!"
The patrons around the room stood up from their seats and unsheathed their own swords in unison. Together they raised their glasses and downed whatever liquid they had on hand. Talitha thought it an odd display, and yet she felt comforted by the comradery they showed.
"When do we go get the bastard?" One of the Sentinels yelled out after sculling their beer.
"We will start our preparations tomorrow, for now, drink and make merry for tomorrow we may die." With those words Alistar jumped down from his table.
"Are all of these men your tribe?" Talitha asked.
"Aye Miss Talitha, all of us Sentinels hail from the Southlands and Red Isles, former nobility turned freedom fighters. Joined by the bond of a common cause. While we are not as numerous as groups like the Resistance, each one of us has the spirit of a warrior." Alistar placed his Talitha's arm. "You must be getting tired Miss Talitha, let me show you to the guest quarters."
Talitha nodded, she had to admit that she was starting to feel a bit tired, both physically and emotionally. It didn't help that she was starting to miss her chieftain. She could feel the longing for him heating up her body. Even the simple touch of Alistar's hand on her arm had caused Talitha to think un-pure thoughts.
"Here we are." Alistar showed Talitha to one of the guest rooms. It was small but comfortable, a single feathered bed, a wardrobe, and a small side table. Like the pub, it was also surprisingly well lit.
"Where is the light coming from? I don't see any torches or lamps." Talitha scanned the room.
"Magical isn't it? A sorcerer placed a light enchantment on each one of our lodges. If you want the lights to turn off, all you need to do is clap twice." Alistar demonstrated by clapping twice. The lights in the room turned off. Alistar clapped twice again, turning the lights back on.
"That is impressive." Talitha admitted as she sat down on the bed.
"It is only the second most impressive thing in this room." Alistar smirked as he looked at Talitha's body.
"Didn't you get enough of me the other day? Surely there other women to capture and conquer?" Talitha arched her back in feline fashion, unintentionally presenting her breasts ogled.
"Ah, yes. I must apologize about that. The men were going through a rather intense dry spell and seeing a beauty such as yours, well, we just could not help ourselves. We would have released you, eventually." Alistar turned to leave. "I wish you a good night Miss Talitha."
"I didn't say leave." Talitha said as she relieved her breasts from their confining clothes. "If I am going to daddy and Saikhi I need to be focused." Alistar turned around and shut the door behind him. "And I am currently... very unfocused." Talitha pulled down her fur panties and flung them to the side of the room.
"I think I can help you with that Miss Talitha." Alistar approached the bed where Talitha sat, as he did so he unclipped his belt and let his pants drop to the floor.
"Good." Talitha reached out and took Alistar's hardening thickness into her hands, it was big enough that it required both of them to sufficiently stroke its length. She made sure to pay special attention each part Alistar's sword, rubbing it from tip to hilt. Cupping the balls as she diligently stroked. It wasn't her daddy's cock but she knew it would do just as well. "You're cock is beautiful." Talitha smiled as she looked up at Alistar.
"I have it on good authority, that my cock wishes to kiss you." Alistar smiled back. Talitha leaned her head in towards Alistar's rod and licked the tip of it. A moment later she had taken the tip inside her mouth, running her tongue around his glands. Talitha continue to stoke as she sucked on Alistar's cock. Talitha began to vibrate, purring with pleasure. In a moment she would slam Alistar down on the bed and ride him. But Alistar had other plans. With a strong, firm hand, Alistar position Talitha's body facedown on the bed, her ass exposed and hanging up in the air.
"Grrr." Talitha let out a low growl but didn't fight back. Instead she waived her toned ass around in preparation for what was to come. Alistar, continuing to hold down Talitha with one arm used the other to guide his cock inside of her. Slowly but surely he managed to fit his entire length into Talitha's awaiting pussy. "Oh forest-yes, take me Alistar! Fuck me just like that."
"Yes Miss Talitha." Alistar began to slam his cock inside of Talitha's wet and accepting folds. He could feel Talitha squeezing down on his cock as much as she could. Alistar moved his hands to Talitha's ass and grasped each cheek firmly pistoning her body back and forth against his. It reminded Talitha of how her old chieftain use to take her in front of the whole tribe, the only thing that could make this better would be onlookers.
"Yes- harder! Show me how strong you are!" Talitha demanded. Alistar didn't hesitate, he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His body clapped against Talitha's ass, the lights in the room began to flicker with every second thrust. "Fill me up with your strong noble seed!" Talitha bit down on bedsheets to muffle a coming orgasm. Alistar was nothing but a gentleman, he didn't want to disappoint as so he poured his noble seed inside of Talitha. He made sure to get it in deep, forcing it in with consecutives thrusts of his cock. Talitha moaned loud enough that the whole lodge could hear. It almost made her sad remembering that heldra like her couldn't interbreed with humans or else she could have expected a mighty offspring.
After the two were done, they laid cuddling on the bed. Talitha gripped Alistar's cock tightly, not wanting to let him leave. She would fuck him again in the morning.