Emperor Night

Jonathan stretched back on his chair, the glow from his phone illuminating his pale face. Hiding away to play games in the 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, s.e.x.u.a.l 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 lingered 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. It was vital that for Jonathan to avoid conflict until he was able to defeat the Bandit-King and reposition his eastern forces. Failure would most likely lead to a game over.

A ping heralded the diplomats return, Potilex's reply in hand. 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 available in it's treasury and even if it did, giving up such a large sun would cripple the Empire's economy. The second option "Give up 10 territories." was a similarly terrible choice. 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 in-game wife and shared her name with his actual girlfriend. She even shared a striking resemblance to her, long black hair, a cute pointed nose, soft cheeks and ample b.r.e.a.s.ts. In the game she had a high beauty stat and was d.e.s.i.r.ed by most of the other non-player 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 s.e.x scene. The screen faded to black.

When the screen returned Queen Margery was on her knees upon a white marble floor. Her fine purple gown was ripped and her b.r.e.a.s.ts cascaded out. She looked up derisively at Pontilex who was standing n.a.k.e.d over her. His broad muscular shoulders and rugged scared body was only outshone by his thick c.o.c.k. The soldiers and nobles of the Thorn Empire surround the two, watching the scene unfold before them.

"Behold the Silken s.l.u.t." Pontilex shouted to the crowd as he grabbed Margery by the hair and pressed the tip of his c.o.c.k against her lips. "Open wide." He looked down at the exposed 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 the game's events 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 c.o.c.k.

Jonathan's heart raced as he imagined 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 and considering thier nature he probably never would. Perhaps in the far future. For now, this was enough.

A proud roar came from Pontilex as he held the queen down on his c.o.c.k. C.u.m began to seep from Margery's mouth. Several drops overflowed onto her exposed b.r.e.a.s.ts. She took several gulps to try and down as much of the sticky, warm liquid as she could. "That's a good s.l.u.t." 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 shone back into exsistence some time had passed in-game. Margery had been stripped b.a.r.e and her gown laid in a heap beside her. In each of her hands she stroked a stranger's c.o.c.k. Her t.i.t.s pushed together as a noble violated her b.r.e.a.s.ts, sliding his rod between them. Her exquisite mounds bounced with every pump. Margery's mouth was filled by man after man. Each one finished in her mouth, she reluctantly gulped down all of their loads.

Jonathan pulled his c.o.c.k out and was rhythmically stroking it at the sight of his virtual queen being violated by so many men. The storeroom door opened with a loud crack and Jonathan jumped in his chair and smacked against the wall. Several boxes of game discs crashed down onto the wooden floor behind him.

"What the f.u.c.k 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, he had completely forgotten to cover himself.

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

"Mr. Checnov, I can ex-" Jonathan's plea was cut short.

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

"Gangbang p.o.r.n? Is that your girlfriend's name?". Jonathan quickly tucked his phone into his pocket.

'F.u.c.k.'

"Well it is-" Jonathan could barely get a word out before being interrupted once 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 exited the storeroom.

'F.u.c.k.'