Emperor Night (NTR)

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So I haven't been super successful in finding a RP group yet but I have started writing a story. I thought you peeps might like it. I will be releasing each chapter on Webnovel but I will also be posting them here for you all (also NTR warning):

Read Xi Jinping Is Winnie The Poo - Newnamehere - Webnovel

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Jonathan stretched back on his chair, the glow from his phone illuminating his pale face. Hiding away to play games in dimly lit storeroom had become his Friday night tradition. The game store where he worked was dying. Why would anyone buy games in person these days? Everything was handled online. It wasn't his fault if his boss, Mr. Checnov, wanted to keep paying him for tending the graveyard. Jonathan's focus drifted back to the game on his phone.

Netorare Emperor, a Japanese title, catered to Jonathan's particular proclivities: beautiful women, tactical game play and, as it's name suggests, sexual promiscuity. Jonathan's character was the powerful and charismatic ruler of the Silken Empire. He had turned his realm into a paradise through conquest, diplomacy and his cunning use of financial planning. "If only my Economics lecturers could see me now." he chuckled to himself. He found himself at a crucial decision point in the game. A messenger arrived to inform Emperor Jonathan that the much larger Empire of Thorns had amassed their forces on the western border of his lands.

"Shit. Bloody A.I." Jonathan whispered. A majority of Jonathan's forces were off fighting in the East against the Bandit-King who had been raiding the Silken Empire for years. Jonathan immediately sent one of his diplomats to negotiate with Potilex, the Emperor of Thorns, and determine what his demands were. Jonathan needed to avoid conflict until he was able to defeat the Bandit-King and maneuver his eastern forces. Failure could lead to a game over.

It took only a moment for the diplomat to return with Potilex's reply. Three options appeared on the mobile's screen. The first option "Tribute 500,000 gold pieces" was out of the question, the Silken Empire didn't have that amount of funds in it's treasury and even if it did, giving up that much would cripple the economy. The second option "Give up 10 territories" was similarly terrible. The 10 territories in question were the most developed in the Silken Empire and were crucial to maintaining the war effort in the East. A smirk appeared across Jonathan's face when he read the final option. "Send Queen Margery to warm my bed."

Queen Margery was Jonathan's character's wife and shared her name with Jonathan's actual girlfriend. She even shared a striking resemblance to her, long black hair, a cute pointed nose, soft cheeks and ample breasts. In the game she had a high beauty stat and was desired by most of the other characters. 'Well that's an easy choice.' Jonathan thought as he tapped the third option. Jonathan felt his pants tighten in anticipation of the game's impending sex scene. The screen faded to black.

When the screen returned Queen Margery was on her knees on a marble floor. Her fine purple gown was ripped and her breasts cascading out. She looked up derisively at Pontilex who was standing naked over her. His broad muscular shoulders and heavily scared body was only outshone by his thick cock. The soldiers and nobles of the Thorn Empire surround the two, watching the scene before them unfold.

"Behold the Silken slut." Pontilex shouted to the crowd as he grabbed Margery by the hair and pressed his cock against her lips. "Open wide." He looked down at the queen between his legs as she reluctantly parted her lips and took Pontilex's girth into her mouth. This wasn't the first time that Jonathan had sent his virtual queen to be subjected to the perversion of others and if the digital queen had feelings, she would have been pissed. Jonathan slid a hand into his pants and began to stroke himself as Margery enveloped the entire length of Pontilex's cock.

Jonathan's heart raced as he imgined his girlfriend in the queen's place. The real Margery was rather frigid and held strongly to her traditional values. Jonathan hadn't worked up the courage to tell her about any of his darker perversions. Maybe in the future. For now, this was enough.

A loud roar came from Pontilex as he held the queen down on his cock. Cum began to seep from Margery's mouth. Several drops spilt onto her exposed breasts. She took several gulps to try and down as much of the sticky, warm liquid as she could. "Good slut." Pontilex encouraged as he stroked the defiled queen's hair. The crowd around them cheered and approached the queen, the same wicked look copy-and-pasted across their faces. "A good queen must serve the people." Pontilex continued as the crowd pushed up against the queen. The scene faded to black once again.

When the soft glow of the mobile's screen returned it seemed that some time had passed in-game. Margery had been stripped completely naked and her gown laid in a heap beside her. In each of her hands she was stroking a stranger's cock. Her tits where pushed together as a noble violated her breasts, sliding his rod between them. Her exquisite mounds bounced with every pump. Margery's mouth was filled by man after man. Each one finishing in the queen's mouth. She reluctantly gulped down their loads.

Jonathan pulled his cock out and was rhythmically stroking it at the sight of his character's lover being violated by so many men. The storeroom door opened with a loud creek and Jonathan jumped startled against the wall. Several boxes of game discs crashed down onto the wooden floor behind him.

"The fuck are you doing?" Jonathan looked over to the deep booming voice. It was Mr. Checnov.

"I was just... checking my phone-" Jonathan squeaked a response, completely forgetting to cover himself.

"Cover yourself Mr. Night, you are a disgrace." Checnov never called Jonathan by his first name. Jonathan tucked his member back into his pants.

"Mr. Checnov, I can ex-" Jonathan was interrupted.

"Why were you masturbating during work hours?" Mr. Checnov looked at the mobile phone screen which was tilted towards him.

"Gangbang porn? Is that your girlfriend's name?". Jonathan quickly hid his phone into his pocket.

'Fuck.'

"Well it is-" Jonathan could barely get a few words out before being interrupted again.

"No Mr. Night, I don't want to hear it. Get your things and go. Don't bother coming in tomorrow either." There was a sense of finality to Mr. Checnov's words. Jonathan composed himself and then exited the storeroom.

'Fuck.'

 

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Clunk. Jonathan's head fell hard against his keyboard. Word quickly spread about Jonathan's new unemployment status. Discretion was not one of Mr. Checnov's virtues. It seemed like everyone knew of Jonathan's little storeroom incident. He had seen some of the things they were calling him online: pervert, sexual deviant, the backroom beef buffer. That last one might have been funny had it not been for the circumstances.

Margery took the scandal hardest. She had originally envisioned Jonathan as a rather plain person with rather plain desires that matched his rather plain look. Someone she could bring home to her strict parents. All of this she had explained to Jonathan in an excruciatingly uncomfortable chat which had ended with Jonathan's new single status. Word of that status had spread fast. He was a pariah, even Amanda, Jonathan's own sister had been avoiding his calls.

Clunk. Jonathan's head started to gently throb. He decided that he had punished his keyboard, and his head, enough. Standing up from his computer desk he surveyed his bedroom. The cramped space had an assortment of empty drink cans and takeout containers haphazardly scattered around his floor and computer desk. He did his best to avoid looking at the small mirror hanging up on his wall. The last time he checked, a thin layer of stubble had begun to overtake his face and his eyes looked like they were being pulled down by heavy sacks underneath them. He stretched his lanky figure and let out a determined grunt.

'Alright, enough moping.' Jonathan felt a little lighter as he began to gather up the clutter around his room.

A sudden flash of light came from Jonathan's computer screen followed by a strange trumpeting jingle from his speakers. 'Odd' Jonathan had thought he powered-off his monitor when he started cleaning. On the monitor was Jonathan's email showing one new message. 'I must have left it open.' He approached the monitor to turn it off, the email could wait until later. He hesitated as he glanced at the message's subject line:

Live without fear.

"The hell?" Jonathan went to mark the email as spam. He squinted as he checked the sender. It was from Isekguy Studios, the creators of Netorare Emperor. Jonathan sighed as he checked the email, Isekguy Studios was known for sending out quirky special offers and Jonathan was a sucker for a good deal. "This better not give me a virus."

To: Jonathan Night

From: Isekguy Studios

Subject: Live without fear.

Congratulations! You have been accepted to join the closed beta for Live Without Fear. A new experience in the world of roleplaying from Isekguy Studios. Delve into a fantasy world where you can be yourself without judgement. Our state of the art AI directs player-driven emergent storytelling and game play. This game is unlike anything you have ever seen and a great way to relax and escape from your plain and socially awkward life. As this is a closed beta we expect a few bugs that we hope you can help us squash. Click HERE to sign our NDA and start creating your character today.

'Plain and socially awkward life?' Jonathan pondered 'That's an odd way of putting it. I don't think people enjoy being called plain or socially awkward. The marketing guy dropped the ball on that one.' At the bottom of the email was a scantly clad girl with long pointed ears and blonde hair that flowed over her transparent unbuttoned robe and down to her waist. A tattoo that resembled some sort of bulbous lily glowed a light purple on her chest. It looked Jonathan's kind of game but something about the email seemed odd. He didn't remember signing up for any closed betas recently but a quick internet search showed that the sender's email address checked out.

'What the hell, why not?' Jonathan clicked the hyperlink and proceeded. He scrolled past the enormous wall of fine print that appeared shortly after. 'Accept... Accept... Accept...' All fine print was essentially the same to Jonathan so he didn't waste his time on it. A few minutes later he finally landed on the character creation screen. It was surprisingly sparse. Only three fields: name, gender, special ability and an image of a character that looked eerily like him.

Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. Usually he was pretty boring with his character names. Preferring to use just Jonathan or Jon. It helped immerse him into the game world and character he played. No reason to change it up now. Jonathan entered "Jonathan" as his character name.

"ERROR please do not use your real name." The character creation screen complained in a robotic staccato.

"Urgh, alright." They must have had Jonathan's name on file somewhere. He tried entering "Jon".

"ERROR name too short. Try again." The character creation screen blurted.

Jonathan spent several minutes trying different variations of his name, each one returning error after error. Stubbornly he continued until the system accepted a name that he entered "Jonn Nightmare".

"Fine. NAME ACCEPTED..." It conceded.

Jonathan chuckled at the character screen's belligerence. He imagined that a significant amount of work went into making it quirky that might have been lost on the regular player. He wondered why the screen didn't let him use his own name. The name he ultimately chose was somewhat on the pretentious side. 'Nightmare, what am I twelve? I hope other players don't think I am strange.' Jonathan paused as it dawned on him that he didn't know if the game was even multiplayer or really what the game was about at all. Maybe he would get lucky and avoid the embarrassment of interacting with other humans with such an "edgy" name.

The next information box was easy. Gender. Male.

"Are you sure? Playing as a female might be an enlightening experience." The character creation screen chimed in.

'Nope.' Jonathan didn't really play games as a female lead when given a choice. It was probably for the same reason he named most of his characters after himself or perhaps it was just due to a lack of imagination. Jonathan rarely pondered that thought. Besides, who would want to play as a female called Jonn Nightmare?

That just left Jonathan with the special ability field to fill in. This time it was a categorized drop-down menu. There were a hefty list of abilities listed, ranging from superhuman strength to teleportation to the use of powerful in-game artifacts. 'Balancing this game must be a nightmare.' He shook his head at his unintentional pun. He scrolled down until he reached the last category of abilities, sexual abilities. One in particular stood out: Arousal Control. The ability to lower or heighten the sexual arousal levels of nearby characters. 'Perfect'. Jonathan's mind wondered to the ways in which he could use this ability as he selected it, making some unsuspecting NPC girl fall down, hot and bothered in the middle of a crowded street unable to hold back the urge to touch herself. He hoped that the game allowed for his particular fetishes but considering it was from Isekguy Studios, it almost certainly did.

"SPECIAL ABILITY ACCEPTED, you pervert. Initiating." The computer said in an almost mocking tone.

Jonathan's room was immediately plunged into darkness. 'A power short?' Jonathan thought and groaned at the thought of having to redo his whole application process. But it shouldn't have been pitch black, there should have been light coming from outside. An intense white light enveloped Jonathan's whole body as the room around him peeled away into nothingness, leaving Jonathan alone in the sea of white light that surrounded him. The light began to dim as the scent of beer and cooked meat and the hearty warmth of a fire overwhelmed his senses. "Where am I?".

 

[Kord]

The tavern around Jonathan was bustling with life. Scantly clad waitresses bounced from table to table, taking orders and supplying the rowdy patrons with beverages. The light was dim, mostly coming from candles spread out among the dozen or so wooden tables and the moonlight that shone in from the windows. The people's clothes were bizarre. Their style was old but their colors were vibrant. It was as if Jonathan had walked into a medieval cosplaying convention where he didn't recognize any of the characters. Swords, daggers and other weaponry hung from the belts of many of the rougher looking customers.

"At the Greedy Mead Tavern" A young voice had cut through Jonathan's stunned state. He looked over to observe the source of the voice, a slack-jawed look on his face. She was a comely girl, slim and tall. Her white frilly waitress uniform exposed her midriff and her nipples were clearly erect under the think fabric of her top.

"Excuse me?" Jonathan stuttered uncertainly.

"You are at the Greedy Mead Tavern. What can I get for you sir? We have finest mead in Cliffside." the waitress said, clearly rehearsed.

"Give me a moment to think." Jonathan said as he tried to gain his bearings.

"As you wish sir, I'll come back in a little while." The waitress said as she left, heading back to the bar on the far side of the room. As she left she passed an intoxicated looking patron who promptly slapped the girl's ass. She let out a soft squeal and continued on her way. Thinking about it, Jonathan could have sworn that the waitress had pointed ears. Jonathan shook his head vigorously from side to side. Maybe he had given himself a concussion from hitting his head against his computer keyboard or maybe he had dosed off in his chair. Everything was all too fantastical. The last thing that Jonathan had remembered was a great flash of light. Perhaps he was struck by lightning and all of this was a strange hallucination at death's door. No, that wasn't it. He could still feel warmth emanating from a nearby fireplace. If this was a dream, it was unlike any dream he had had before.

Jonathan looked down and saw that he was wearing what he had remembered. A black novelty t-shirt that said "critical failure" and comfortable elastic-waist pants. If people cared enough to pay attention to him he would have been quite conspicuous. A faint purple light seeped out from the top of Jonathan's shirt. He peeked down the the neck of his shirt and found the source. The light was being emitted from a bulbous lily tattoo on his chest. He remembered seeing it in the email from Isekguy Studios.

'Isekguy Studios! That's right, I was filling in the character creation form and now I am here.' Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to remember what happened after filling in the form but before arriving at the tavern. He was drawing only blanks. He noticed that something felt heavy in his pocket. He reached in and drew out a small leather bound book. Engraved on the front in a flowing script were the words "Live Without Fear: A Guidebook". Jonathan curiously pawed at the book looking for anything else on the cover. There was no author and no blurb on the back to give him an idea on what the book was about. He went to open the book-

A loud crack sounded as the front doors to the tavern were slammed open. A half-dozen men in metal and chain armor, wielding curved blades and diamond-shaped shields, burst through the door. The patrons and staff went quiet and an eerie silence filled the room. The armored men parted into two files as a woman emerged from behind them.

She was immaculate, whilst smaller in height than the men that flanked her she felt taller. Her tight black and red robe hugged her curves pushing together her breasts towards her low-cut lace trim v-neck that showed ample cleavage. Her skin looked soft and supple. Long silver hair trailed behind her as she forcefully strode to the front of the formation, a long metal spear in hand. Jonathan squinted as he inspected the woman's face. Except for the silver hair she looked like exactly like Margery. A very confident and deadly looking version.

"I, Zigarete Silverspear, by the power of the Adearathian Emperor, Tarthis the Third, hereby place all Sorcerers in this establishment under arrest." The woman said with a forceful yet melodic tone.

An older man got up from his table and started to run towards the tavern's bar. A purple glowing bulbous lily was clearly visible on the man's chest. Zigarete hurled her silver spear towards the man, skewering him and pinning his body to the tavern's wall. The man let out a scream before his body went limp. Zigarete motioned to one of the armored men to check the body.

"He has the Mark of the Sorcerer, Madame Inquisitor." The man replied after removing the spear.

'Fuck' Jonathan's heart raced. That man had the same markings on his chest as him. He quickly surveyed the tavern for an exit. There looked to be only one doorway and that one was out of the question. The armored men spread out and started forcefully checking the chests of patrons near the entrance. Time was running short. Jonathan spotted an open window behind him and away from the advancing threat. His body moved before he could think and he hurled himself through the opening. He landed on hard cobbled ground on the other side. Something sharp had cut into his arm during the fall and pain shot up Jonathan's arm whilst blood slowly trickled down it.

'No time to worry about that, I need to get out of here.' Jonathan clenched his arm as he ran down the narrow cobblestone street. The buildings either side of him were rustic and old. In a lot of ways they matched the look of the patrons from the tavern he was fleeing from. He had seen similar style buildings at Renaissance fairs and maybe in drawings but those had a much duller look and the buildings around him were much more vibrant with color even in the pale moonlight.

"After him!" Jonathan heard Zigarete's voice cry as fled. He darted down a narrow alleyway that shot-off from the main road. He found himself dodging and sliding through a maze of interconnected back-roads littered with junk. It hadn't taken long until Jonathan found himself completely disorientated. He could still hear the footsteps of those perusing him but they were starting to grow more and more distant. After a few more minutes of running Jonathan found himself at a dead-end, he took a moment to breath, this was the most running he had done in a long time.

"Stay right where you are beast." A melodic voice came from behind Jonathan.

Jonathan turned around to see Zigarete blocking his escape, spear in hand and as immaculate as she was several minutes ago. Jonathan, on the other hand, definitely looked more disheveled than he did before jumping out the tavern's window.

"Don't hurt me, I am unarmed." Jonathan pleaded. He didn't much like the idea of ending up as a shish kabob.

"Are you trying to deceive me? A Sorcerer is never unarmed." Zigarete approached, spearhead pointed toward Jonathan. "Turn around and place your hand's behind your back."

Jonathan complied and took the time to study the area, looking for another way to escape his predicament. Luckily, Zigarete was by herself and he thought that he could able to overpower her. She definitely wouldn't be a push-over if her throwing arm was anything to go by. He continued to survey the area but nothing had stood out to him, just closed houses and a dead end. He felt Zigarete grab his wrist from behind. His time had run out.

"Holy goddess, yes, yes!" Zigarete moaned suddenly. Jonthan perplexed, looked over his shoulder to see Zigarete on her knees. Her face was flushed with passion and her golden eyes looked up into Jonathan's lustfully. She pulled at Jonathan's wrist as her spear dropped to the ground beside her.

"I need your cock." Zigarete cooed. She grabbed at Jonathan pants and pulled them down to reveal his member, somewhat awake from a mixture of arousal and fear. Jonathan stood stunned, uncertain what to make of the situation as Zigarete's soft lips parted and welcomed his cock into her mouth. She continued to look up, her eyes pierced into Jonathan as she slid the entirety of his member down her throat.

"I have never tasted a Sorcerer's cock before." Zigarete said as she came up for air. Her hand had started to forcefully and rhythmically stroke Jonathan's now very erect member.

'What is going on?' Jonathan dared not interrupt Zigarete's passion. She looked just like Margery but she was clearly better at giving head than Margery ever was. Zigarete began to touch herself as she went back down on Jonathan's cock. She paid special attention to the head, sweetly kissing it and running her tongue around it. Enjoying the pleasure he was receiving, Jonathan decided to go with it. He placed his hand on the back of Zigarete's head and guided her up and down his length.

"Yes use my mouth." Zigarete demanded.

That was all Jonathan could take, he unloaded into her mouth, filling it up with his warm cum. She looked up and maintained eye-contact as she swallowed down every last drop. Zigarete then promptly collapsed to the ground next to her spear. Jonathan leaned down and nudged her slightly, she had passed out. Jonathan hurriedly pulled up his pants and grabbed Zigarete's spear before escaping into the night. He didn't know what just happened but he wasn't going to stick around to find out.

 

[Kord]

The cold night air sent a chill down Jonathan's spine. He had hunkered down in the corner of an abandoned building that he stumbled across whilst escaping the trigger-happy Inquisitor and her lackeys. It wasn't much to look at. The furniture was broken, the wooden walls were rotten and a strong stench of mold wafted around him. Jonathan would not be leaving a positive yelp review.

The constant nagging pain in Jonathan's arm was starting to fade. He had made a bandage by tearing off the bottom half of his shirt and securely fastening it around the wound on his arm. The bleeding had also seemed to have stopped. He was starting to be grateful for the mandatory first-aid course his old boss, Mr Checnov, made him take. The old bastard.

Zigarete's spear laid up against the wall next to Jonathan. It glimmered slightly, providing dim illumination to the rundown room. It was unlike any metal Jonathan had ever seen before, silver lines shimmered and flowed like waves in the sea. It was also surprisingly light weight, Jonathan was worried that it would break if he was forced to use it. Hopefully it would hold up if Jonathan confronted his pursuers again. He wished that he would wake from this terrible dream that he was having. He was very much done with it. But with every minute he spent in the cold broken house he grew less and less sure that he was in a dream. Everything was too visceral. If only he knew what was going on.

Jonathan remembered the leather-bound book in his pocket. He pulled it out and reread the title. "Live Without Fear: Guidebook". It was rather ironic, ever since he had arrived in this... place, all he had felt was fear and confusion. He placed the book on his lap and opened it.

"Hello! Jonn Nightmare!" A high-pitched staccato voice greeted Jonathan.

A six-inch semi-transparent blue figure popped out from the between the guidebook's pages. It was the same character that Jonathan had seen at the bottom of the the email from Isekguy Studios. A slender girl with pointed ears and an unbuttoned robe.

"Welcome to Live Without Fear. I'm Lily, your guide." She continued.

"Guide? What do you mean? Where am I?" Jonathan looked down puzzled at the little blue girl.

"You are in Cliffside the largest port city in the Adearathian Empire!" Lily said unhelpfully.

"No, I mean... How did I get here?" Jonathan asked.

"You signed up to be here!" Lily said confidently as she materialized a long length of parchment that she proceeded to read.

"I, the player- That's you by the way. Agree to forfeit my life in the earthly realm and be relocated to the unearthly realm of Adearath. You clicked accept to all this." Lily showed Jonathan the parchment and pointed to a small checked box at the bottom of it labeled 'I ACCEPT'

"Forfeit my life?" Jonathan said nervously. "Am I dead?"

"You look pretty alive to me. Maybe not the sharpest quill in the goose though." Lily said offhandedly.

Jonathan noticed that their was writing on the pages underneath the girl's feet. He read the pages through Lily's transparent blue form.

Name: Jonn Nightmare
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sorcerer
Special Abilities:
Arousal Control - The ability to lower or heighten the sexual arousal levels of nearby characters. To use this ability, simply touch the person you wish to target after chanting "erectus" (to heighten their sexual arousal level) or "conievo" (to lower their sexual arousal level). The default setting, if no words are chanted, is to heighten the target's sexual arousal. WARNING: Exposure to player's semen whilst in "erectus" mode may cause the target to temporarily lose conscientiousness. You may alter this ability through magical means.

Lily waved both her hands in Jonathan's face. "Hey! It is rude to read through someone you know." Lily pouted.

"Um, right. Sorry." Jonathan apologize as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I mean it is bad enough that I got stuck with a pervert that couldn't even think of a good name. You have to at least listen to me when I am trying to help." Lily grew more frustrated.

"Pervert? You are the one barely covering your tits." Jonathan pointed at the blue girl's open robe.

"It's called fashion you oaf!" Lily stomped her foot on the guidebook's page. "Anyway! I am here to answer any and all questions you might have. Be aware, I can only manifest myself for a few minutes a day so make sure to ask what you want promptly." Lily smiled and waited for Jonathan's response.

"That seems arbitrarily unnecessary." Jonathan quipped.

"Time is ticking." Lily stated.

"Alright, how do I get home?" Jonathan asked.

"You can't." Lily grinned.

"What do you mean I can't?" Jonathan started to raise his voice.

"I mean that you are unable to return home to earth. No take-backs. It was in the contract you agreed to."

"What am I suppose to do now then?" Jonathan banged his head against the wall behind him out of frustration.

"Whatever you would like to! The whole world is yours to explore. A world way more interesting than the boring place you came from. I would suggest you do your best to stay alive though. This world holds a lot of wondrous things but it does not have any methods of returning someone from the dead." Lily started to fade away.

"Oh! It looks like we are out of time already. Check back with me tomorrow after I have had a chance to recharge. Also, at the back of the guidebook you will find ten crowns that you can use to buy food and get started in this world. Whatever you do you should definitely-" Lily vanished.

"My own personal tutorial fairy. Just great." Jonathan sighed.

Jonathan flipped to the back of the guidebook and retrieved the ten rounded coins nestled in a pocket on the rear cover. In the center of the silver coins were embossed golden crowns and around the edges, the words "For the Empire, for the Emperor.", were written. He stashed them into his pockets and put away the book.

Sunlight peaked over the top of the buildings and through the shattered window next to Jonathan. He leaned back and closed his eyes. It had been a long day. He needed a moment.

 

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Zigarete stood in front of the large intricately carved stone doors leading to Emperor's Cliffside lodgings. It was unlike the Emperor to travel for an extended period of time. He had everything he needed in Heartland, the capital of the Adearathian Empire. His Imperial Palace there was the largest and most extravagant building in world, gold plated artworks lined every wall of the palace and servants waited on his Majesty's every need. There had been no reason to leave, that all changed when Emperor Tarthis' wife Marra was captured and corrupted by Dread Sorcerer, Fade. Sorcery had always been outlawed in the Empire, it was unwise to have such powerful people running about, but it wasn't until the Emperor saw what Fade did to Marra, how her body had been twisted and warped, that he decreed that all of them must be cleaned. A great inquisition to cleanse Adearath of Sorcerers once and for all. The Emperor wished to witness it firsthand. It fell on Zigarete to lead that effort in Cliffside.

"The Emperor will see you now." The royal guard announced as he pushed open the doors with his large iron pole hammer.

The chambers were suitably indulgent to house the Emperor, an inordinate number of golden decorations lined the outer edges of the room. Even though the chamber was significantly large, it still felt crowded with the wealth that was on display. A long white carpet with gold trim lead down the center of the cambers to an ornate, gem encrusted throne. Nothing like the royal throne in Heartland, but beautiful none the less. Upon the throne, Tarthis sat naked, his lean, muscular body exposed. Zigarete thought he was a rather attractive man, she liked the Emperor's soft features and short, dark hair but his excessive hedonism left something to be desired. Upon the Emperor, a dusky southern girl sat, naked and in ecstasy. Her hips rolled against the Emperor's lap as she was penetrated by his royal cock. Tarthis was firmly pulling back the southern girl's hair as his hand explored her perky breasts and pierced nipples.

Zigarete strode confidently down the white carpet, she placed a clenched fist over her heart, saluting the Emperor. This wasn't an unusual sight, most female subjects that spent any amount of time with the Emperor were often subject to his carnal desires. The girl currently pleasuring Tarthis was an ambassador from the Red Isles. An archipelago of islands which held the largest iron mines under the Empire's dominion. It looked to Zigarete that next season's tax negotiations were shaping up to be quite generous for the Islanders.

"For the Empire, for the Emperor." Zigarete said determinedly.

Tarthis bent the ambassador down parallel to the ground, her hips continued to rhythmically grind up and down the length of the Emperor's cock.

"Ah, Inquisitor, I have been expecting you. Are you ready to give your report?" Tarthis' smooth voice seemed unaffected by his sexual activities. He had a knack for multitasking.

"Yes my Emperor." Zigarete stood firmly at attention as she continued. "The Inquisition was able to track down a total of five Sorcerers hiding throughout Cliffside this week. One was found in the catacombs underneath the city and was promptly eliminated after he threatened us with magical force. Two were eliminated in last night's tavern raids and two were apprehended trying to leave Cliffside on a spice merchant's vessel. They are currently locked up in Cliffside's dungeon." Zigarete's reports were always short and to the point.

"Excellent!" The Emperor firmly slapped the ass of the ambassador riding him. "That's the most we have found in months. Good work Inquisitor. Your Emperor is pleased." The Red Isle's ambassador let out a moan as the Emperor continued. "Have the two Sorcerers thoroughly interrogated and unbranded. If either of them are female, give them to the city guard to use as a gift for their hard work. Otherwise, put them to hard labor."

Zigarete held back her the final piece of the report until the Emperor was done. It was unwise to interrupt Tarthis especially with bad news. "Yes of course, your Majesty, the guard will be grateful. There is one final thing to report."

"Go on." Tarthis said expectantly.

"There is still one Sorcerer at large that escaped from last night's raid. A man wearing odd black and grey clothing eluded capture in the lower district." Zigarete did her best to hold back the disappointment in her voice.

The Emperor rose to his feet, the ambassador fell from his lap and stumbled to the ground in front of the throne. She quickly scrambled to make sure the Emperor's cock was not left unattended, she promptly stroked and suck Tarthis' length as he spoke. "There is still a Sorcerer at large? How did he escape?"

"I am uncertain your Majesty, I had him cornered in a dead-end street. I went to apprehend him but he used some sort of control magic to disable me before..." Zigarete paused. "Violating my mouth. I was knocked unconscious and when I awoke, he was gone, with the Spear of Narcese."

"You were careless." The Emperor stated coldly. "And your carelessness has empowered a dangerous criminal with an old realm artifact. Let us hope he doesn't learn how to wield it's full power."

"Yes your Majesty. We have patrols searching all over Cliffside as we speak. I will make sure to apprehend and eliminate him for the good of the Empire." Zigarete replied with fervor in her voice.

"You better, if you can't do your job I will find someone who can and you will find yourself doing tasks for which you are better suited. I am sure you wouldn't want to end up as a bed warmer to the royal guard or better yet a pleasure slave for the Brute Legion. I don't have to remind you what happened to your predecessor Inquisitor Aurra" Tarthis gripped the ambassador's hair and pulled the her lips off his length. He maintained eye contact with Zigarete as he unloaded all over the ambassador's breasts. "You are dismissed. Both of you."

The ambassador quickly excused herself without cleaning or covering herself up. She brushed past Zigarete avoiding eye contact. Zigarete stood stunned for a moment taking in Emperor Tarthis' words. Her predecessor Inquisitor Aurra was a powerful and beautiful warrior, she had taken Zigarete under her wing and helped looked out for her throughout her months of brutal Inquisitorial training. She was a strong but kind leader. Zigarete had looked up to her until it was discovered that she had been aiding Sorcerers in escaping from the Cliffside guard. As punishment she was stripped of her rank sent to the Brute Legion as a pleasure slave where she would spend her time tending to the savage humanoid soldier's needs. Raising their morale and in time, raising more forces for the legion.

Zigarete saluted. "For the Empire, for the Emperor." she announced as she took her leave. She was going to find the Sorcerer that defiled her and bring Tarthis his head.

 

[Kord]

The heat from the midday sun beat down on Jonathan's face, sweat dripped from his forehead. He was bruised, hungry and exhausted. As far as he could tell, Jonathan was stuck here and it was time to start surviving. Jonathan looked out into the grand market square in front of him. Hundreds of people flowed throughout the stalls, buying and selling an assortment of odd goods and equipment. Perhaps he could find something to eat and maybe even some decent clothes that weren't in tatters. Jonathan had scoured his previous hideout for something to wear but he had only found a large burlap sack which he opted to use to hide his newly acquired spear. He didn't want the strange weapon to draw unwanted attention.

Jonathan began to wade through the sea of people. Most of the crowd seemed familiar enough, an assortment of men and women of all ages going about their business but every now and then Jonathan would get a glimpse of some odd looking person with fiery red skin or pointed ears and sharp features; the weirdest being a man that towered above the masses, almost twice the size of the surrounding market goers. He had bulky muscles, barely hidden by his furs and chiseled jawline which cut the skyline. 'Better not get in the way of that guy.' Jonathan thought as he journeyed around the giant and toward a nearby clothing stand.

The stand was lined with clothing of all shapes and sizes. Almost all of them in a medieval cut over saturated with color, like he had seen the tavern patron wearing. It seemed like everyone was into bright tacky clothing. Jonathan cycled through the clothing rack looking for something that would be able to obscure his face, something with a hood. He picked out the only dark clothing that he could find on the rack, a midnight blue cloak with a riding hood attached. After a few more minutes of searching through the various clothing racks he collected the blandest shirt and pants that he could find. They were both a slightly-off blue. He approached the flamboyantly dressed middle aged man running the stand.

"How much for these?" Jonathan asked, handing them over to the man.

"The shirt and pants are 40 bits each, the cloak is 200." The man said as he rifled through the garments.

Jonathan eyes widened, it dawned on him that he didn't know the value of the coins he had on him. He really hoped each one was worth more than a 'bit'. He pulled out a coin from his pocket to examine it.

"Woah big spender are we? Got anything smaller than a crown? I got to keep change on hand you know." The merchant said as spied the coin.

"Uh, no sorry. This is all I have." he handed over the coin to the man. The merchant sighed as he opened up the pouch attached to his belt. He counted out various square and triangle shaped coins and handed them over to Jonathan in a separate coin pouch.

"There you are, 710 bits. I charged you 10 for the pouch. Next time you would do best to carry around some change. Flashing crowns is a good way to get targeted by pickpockets and thugs."The man lectured. "Where are you from anyway? You aren't wearing any sort of clothing I've ever seen before."

"Ah." Jonathan hesitated. "From a far away place, you probably haven't heard of it."

"Try me." the merchant insisted.

"Gotham." Jonathan spurted out the first place that came to mind.

"Go-tham?" The merchant sounded out the words. "Alright, you win, never heard of it. Is that across the burning sea?"

"Yeah." Jonathan lied.

"Well, you'd best learn how things are done in Cliffside. If you're not careful you wont last long here." The merchant pointed to a small flimsy looking changing room attached to the side of his stall. "Feel free to use that changing room. You best cover up your glow. If you get my meaning." Jonathan looked down to his chest and noticed his Sorcerer mark's purple glow was faintly visible through his ripped clothing.

"Yes, thank you for your help." Jonathan hurried to the changing room and donned his new clothing. He placed his old tattered clothes in the burlap sack with Zigarete's spear. The shirt and pants were a touch too tight and scratched up against Jonathan's skin but they would do. He raised the cloak's hood over his head as he left the changing room. The new clothing hid his mark well. He placed a crown on to the table next to the merchant.

"For your troubles." Jonathan said as he left. The merchant had knew more than Jonathan would like but he hoped that this would help him stay quiet.

"Thank you kindly my friend. Come back anytime!" The merchant said with glee as he took the coin and burrowed it away in his coin pouch.

By Jonathan's reckoning, each crown was worth 1000 bits, that would mean that Jonathan had around 8710 bits on him. But that number meant very little without knowing what a single bit was actually worth. Jonathan explored the market square, taking note of everything that had it's price listed. He noticed that bread, meats and produce were around the 1 to 20 bit price range. Something like a single piece of fruit was a single bit. He didn't recognize many of the foreign looking fruits but that was a problem for later. A whole cooked bird, perhaps a chicken, but it seemed a bit on the lean side, cost 20 bits. After a few more minutes comparing other items, Jonathan had determined that 2 bits were roughly equal to a US dollar back home. At least Lily had given him a significant amount of funds to work with.

Jonathan purchased an assortment of food from various vendors. His appetite was fierce, he hadn't eaten since he had arrived in this strange world. He retrieved a small milky blue orb from his sack, the lady at the fruit stand had called it a frostdew. He bit into the fruit cautiously, it's flesh was soft and it tasted sweet and minty. It was good. He devoured the whole thing, almost inhaling it. Three frostdews later and Jonathan felt satisfied. At least he could look forward to trying out some unique food whilst he was stuck here.

The sun was starting to set by the time Jonathan decided to head back to his abandoned hideout. He had purchased quite a number of items that he thought would be useful in the days to come. Rope, flint, steel, rations, a small dagger, a sleeping roll and a proper backpack to store it all in. He had barely even made a dent in funds, he still had 8 crowns and 550 bits left. But if his Economics degree had taught him anything, it was that funds, no matter how large, would eventually dry out unless their was some way of adding to them. He was probably going to need to use some of that money to get out Cliffside, he didn't relish the idea of running into Zigarete and her men again. After that he might be able to find a job.

Jonathan continue to ponder as he turned down an alleyway that connected to the market square, he had taken great care to remember the way back to his hideout. He was almost back when he heard a voice from around the corner.

"No... Please, stop." A gentle and reserved voice cried out in anguish.

Jonathan hesitated, it wasn't safe for him to be getting all noisy right now but he wasn't the kind of person to just ignore that kind of cry. He looked around to see if there was anyone nearby that could help but there was no one, it was just him. Mustering up some courage he approached the alley pressed himself up against the edge of the rundown house at the corner. He pulled out the magical spear from it's burlap sack and held it at the ready as he peered around.

A red-skinned woman with ghostly blue hair was pinned against the wall by a weasely-looking man. The woman's once modest tunic laid in tatters on the dirty ground. The man had a dagger pressed up against the woman's back and his pants around his ankles. He was firmly groping the woman's breast, which seemed to overflow in his hand. The man's cock was thrust firmly inside the woman who struggled against his length.

"Shut up you Ashborn whore." The man's grunted, his wirey voice matching his weasely look. The woman whimpered at the man's voice. Her face was pushed firmly up against the wall and in her struggle she noticed Jonathan peeking out from around the corner. Her glowing white eyes pleaded for help as her assaulter continued to vigorously thrust inside of her. Jonathan pulled back around the corner for a moment, grasping the magical spear he steeled his resolved and stepped out from behind the wall.

"Let her go!" Jonathan shouted pointing the spear towards the weasely man. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought a split moment after the words came out from his mouth.

The man took a glance over towards Jonathan "Fuck off, I'm busy." he said as he pulled back the Ashborn woman's hair. He was just about done and wanted to fill up the red-skinned whore he had in front of him.

Before Jonathan could think, he was running towards the pair, charging. He pointed the magical spear in front of him as closed the distance. Jonathan stopped just short of the man the tip of the spear pointed at the weasely man's chest. Could he really attack another person? The weasely man grasped his dagger and turned to towards Jonathan. The sudden sound of flesh tearing filled Jonathan's ears as the dagger clinked nonthreatening to the ground. The spear had pierced straight through the man but Jonathan didn't remember doing it. No, it had extended, the liquid-like metal elongated through the attacker's chest and probably pierced heart. The spear molded back into it's original shape as the man fell limp to the ground.

The Ashborn woman turned to face Jonathan. She picked up her tattered tunic covered herself ineffectually.

"You saved me." She said with uncertainty.

"I don't know if it was me." Jonathan responded overwhelmed. "I... I have to get out of here." Jonathan turned and fled the scene. He didn't look back.

 

[Kord]

'Damn it, I'm an idiot.' Jonathan thought as he steadied himself against his hideout's unstable wall. 'I need to be keeping low, not playing the hero.' As much as circumstances had tried to convince him otherwise, this wasn't a game. People died and he felt wholly unprepared to face that reality. Jonathan took several long calming breaths. He needed to focus.

It took a few minutes for Jonathan to bring his heartbeat back down to a normal level. He wasn't sure what he should do next. A dead body is most likely going to attract the unwanted attention of Cliffside's guard and could lead them straight to Jonathan. He felt like a rodent trapped in a cat show. Jonathan retrieved his guidebook which he had stored away in his cloak's inner pocket. 'Maybe Lily can help. Here goes nothing.' He opened the tome.

"Greetings Mr Nightmare!" Lily joyfully said as her spritely blue form materialized. "No too formal. Hello Jonn! No, not that either..." She ummed and ahhed to herself. "Hey pervert! What questions do you have for me today?" She reiterated. This had clearly been a mistake. Jonathan brushed off the insult and proceeded with his questions.

"Lily, what is my goal in this new world?" Jonathan had carefully chosen his words to be as direct and simple as possible.

"Your goal is the same as in your old world. Try not to die. Beyond that, it is up to you. Bonus points for doing something interesting with your life." Lily responded. "However, surviving in the short term may be a bit difficult considering that you are a Sorcerer and all."

"A Sorcerer? What does that even mean?" Jonathan kept hearing that word but it held no meaning for him outside of his time spent playing Dungeons and Dragons.

"It means that you can use magic." Lily put on a gruff low voice. "Yerr a wizard Jonny."

"You've seen Harry Potter?" Jonathan was perplexed on how Lily, a being from this world, might have seen the movies. That said, she was an oddity and she did have information on the contract he signed with Isekguy Studios. It might not be that strange after all.

"Yes, I am quite well versed in much of your former world's pop culture. It helps me in my duties more than you would think. Anyway, to add a bit of context to my previous answer, the Emperor of Adearath, Tarthis the Third, really, really, really doesn't like Sorcerers. He even has the Empire's whole Inquisition going conducting a good old fashioned purge." Lily seemed a little too upbeat with her news.

"Is there anyway to stop being a Sorcerer?" Jonathan looked down at his chest. "Or at least get rid of this mark?"

"Well there are two ways. The quickest way is to die but I am pretty sure you wouldn't be keen on that." She was correct. "The only other way, is to get debranded, but that process often leaves it's victims in a brain-dead, zombie-like state."

"So I am pretty much screwed." Jonathan stated bluntly.

"Well, I wouldn't say that. You could run far away and live as a hermit, or try to reason with the Empire. Actually scratch that second one, you would probability end up dead if you tried it. They are not the reasonable sort." Lily paused. "You could killed the Emperor." She slightly elongated each of the words as she raised her eyebrow.

"Hermit lifestyle. Got it." Jonathan ignored Lily's bloodthirsty suggestion.

Lily began to fade away "It looks like we are out of time again. Oh! Before I forget, I was trying to say last time that you should-" Lily disappeared.

'You have got to be kidding me.' Jonathan was unsure if Lily actually had something important to say or if she was just trying to mess with him. He decided it was best not to dwell on it. Jonathan went to turn in for the night. In the morning he would start his making his way to the outskirts of the Cliffside to escape the city and while he was at it, the Inquisition. Jonathan rolled out his newly purchased bed roll, it was going to be much better than sleeping on the cold hard floor-

The sound of footsteps came from the back entrance of the hideout. Jonathan deftly hid behind a pile of broken furniture in the center of the room. 'Damn it they've found me.' The deadly magical spear was out of reach, laid up against the wall, luckily Jonathan had kept his dagger close.

"Hello, is anyone home?" a familiar soft, reserved voice called out from the darkness. It was the woman that Jonathan had saved just a few minutes earlier. As she moved further into the broken house, Jonathan could see that she was still partially clothed and completely unarmed. "I, thought I saw you come this way. I just wanted to-" The red-skinned woman stopped as Jonathan stood up from behind the wreckage. She seemed harmless enough, but he was keeping his dagger close, just in case.

"Oh, you are here. I'm glad." The woman approached slowly. "I am the one known as Saikhi."

"I'm Jonn." Jonathan bit his tongue slightly as spoke. He wanted to say that his name Jonathan but something mentally had stopped him from completing his full name.

"It is nice to meet you, Jonn." Saikhi moved closer. Her glowing eyes cut through the darkness of the room. Her blue hair was still wild from her previous encounter. She reached out to grab Jonathan's hand.

"Wait! I wouldn't touch me if I were you. It might end badly." Jonathan recoiled and quickly pulled his hand away. The guidebook didn't list a way to deactivate his ability, only to reverse it's effect and he didn't recall the word that he needed to chant to avoid turning Saikhi into a sex-crazed maniac.

"As you wish." Saikhi halted, instead timidly placing her hands in front of herself. Jonathan hadn't taken the time to properly look her before. She was a delicate beauty to be sure. Gentle facial features atop a short, soft yet busty frame.

"Why are you here? How did you find me?" Jonathan tried unsuccessfully to stop himself from sounding like an interrogator.

"After you saved me, I followed you. You were not hard to find." Those words did not help to alleviate Jonathan's stress, if she could follow him home, who else might have. "As for why I am here... I am Ashborn and you saved my life." Saikhi said matter-of-factly.

Jonathan found himself factually deficient. "Uh, I'm not really from around here, you may need to explain what that means."

"Oh." Saikhi said with stifled surprise. "You saved my life. As an Ashborn, my soul demands that I serve you until I am able to return the favor. I am in your debt."

"I see." Jonathan didn't like the idea of having a servant following him around right now. It was just another thing adding to the his current mess and if the need to run or hide arose it would make it significantly more difficult. Although, maybe she could help Jonathan make sense of the world without suddenly disappearing, like a certain annoying blue fairy. Best to accept her offer of service for now.

A chill breeze drafted through the room and sent a shiver throughout Jonathan's body. He strolled over his bed roll and took a seat on it's firm padding. He motioned for Saikhi to join him. "Come sit, the bed roll has a blanket we can use to keep warm."

Saikhi's eyes grew large. "I am to share a bed with you immediately? So bold. I understand." Saikhi began to remove her tattered clothes.

"No not like that." Jonathan interrupted. Although he would be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind and he did get a bit excited over how compliant Saikhi was being. "I just want us to keep out of the cold." Saikhi nodded and joined Jonathan in the bed.

"Tell me a little about yourself Saikhi." Jonathan requested as he covered the two with the bedroll's blanket.

"Well." Saikhi pulled the blanket up to cover herself. "I am a librarian... Was a librarian."

Jonathan couldn't believe his luck. Librarians were often as great a source of knowledge as the books they kept. The good ones were anyway.

"What happened?" Jonathan asked.

"A new manager took over the library where I worked. He didn't like the look Ashborns in his library so he got rid of me. That was only a few days ago. I was living in one of the rooms attached to the library there but only employees are allowed to stay. Now, I am homeless and without a job." Saikhi continued softly. "The man that you saved me from, he promised me a job to get me back on my feet if I followed him. It was strange, I knew that. But I was desperate." Saikhi sighed as she recounted her story. Jonathan would have liked to comfort her with a soft pat on the shoulder but that was out of the question right now.

"Ah hell." Jonathan was about to spend more money where he probably shouldn't. "As long as you follow me, ill pay you and keep you fed." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "How does 100 bits a day sound?" It wasn't much but at least it was something.

"Thank you Master, you are very kind to offer that." Saikhi words didn't help the steadily growing situation in Jonathan's pants. Being called 'Master' was definitely a trigger for him. "However, you must not pay me, my soul demands I serve you selflessly until I am able to save your life." Her reserved voice grew more determined as she recited those words.

"Alright. Well, the offer is there if you ever change your mind." Jonathan had a lot more questions to ask his new Ashborn servant but it was growing late and they both needed to get some rest if they were going to escape Cliffside in the morning. He covered his mouth as he let out a yawn.

"We best get some sleep. Make sure not to touch me alright?" Jonathan got himself comfortable. It was cramped but it was also much better than sleeping on the floor.

Jonathan was roused from his sleep a few hours later by the feeling of warmth around his crotch. He groggily surveyed the dark room for the source of disturbance. I wasn't an unpleasant feeling, in fact, it was quite the opposite. A soft groan escaped Jonathan's mouth. The disturbance was obscured by the bedroll's blanket. Adrenaline rushed through Jonathan's body as he realized what was happening.

He quickly removed the blanket from the bobbing figure that had worked it's way beneath the sheets. It was Saikhi, her deep, rose-red lips had found their way around Jonathan's exposed cock. They effortlessly glided along the length of Jonathan's member as she bobbed her head.

"Oh shit- Ennovo? Coribo?" Jonathan panicked trying to remember the words to reverse his power but they eluded him. It didn't help that Saikhi was masterfully weaving her tongue around the edges of Jonathan's shaft. She must of accidentally touched him in the middle of the night and been overwhelmed with desire. Saikhi's lips made a satisfying smack as she released Jonathan from her mouth. Her eyes shone up toward's Jonathan's face as she crawled up against him.

"It's ok Master, let me service you." Her voice said softly and erotically. She wrapped her breast around Jonathan's cock, the softness of her tits were intense. Saikhi worked Jonathan's lubricated member between her mounds as she seductively bit her lower lip. Jonathan began to thrust his hips, aiding Saikhi's efforts.

'Well, it is happening now.' Jonathan thought putting up a token amount of resistance before giving in to his desires. Jonathan's cock peaked from between Saikhi embrace. She lovingly kissed the tip as she continued to bounce her breasts along Jonathan's length. After a few more thrusts Saikhi continued her climb up Jonathan's body. She slid Jonathan's length between her legs and inside of her. Jonathan caressed her hips as she began to use his length for her enjoyment.

"Yes Master, let me serve you, let me serve you." Saikhi repeated the words as she increased her speed. Jonathan found himself enjoying her tantric words. He also found himself enjoying the fact that he wasn't the first one to be inside of Saikhi today, he cock had entered her effortlessly and it was probably thanks to her previous loosening up. He moved his hands up Saikhi's sides and grasped her delightfully jiggling breasts. This was the best sex of Jonathan's life.

"Yes, my body is yours, you are so deep inside of me Master." Saikhi moaned as she tightened her thighs around Jonathan and picked up speed. That was all that he could handle. Jonathan groaned as he came inside of Saikhi, filling up her exotic body. Saikhi didn't stop, she kept fucking Jonathan his cum split into her. A moment later her body shook with pleasure. "Yes! Master! Oh!" She let out a scream of passion as she fell off of Jonathan and back onto the bedroll. This was going to be hard to explain in the morning.