Emperor Night

The tavern around Jonathan bustled with life. Scantly clad waitresses bounced from table to table, taking orders and supplying rowdy patrons with beverages. The light was faint, mostly coming from candles spread out among the dozen or so wooden tables and the moonlight that shone in from the windows. The peoples' attire were completely bizarre. The style was old but the 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 n.i.p.p.l.es 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 all of Cliffside." the waitress said, clearly rehearsed.

"Give me a moment to think." Jonathan attempted to gain his bearings.

"As you wish sir, I'll come back in a bit." The waitress left, she headed back to the bar on the far side of the room. As she left she had passed an intoxicated looking patron who promptly slapped the girl's fine a.s.s. 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. Maybe he had given himself a concussion from hitting it against his computer keyboard or maybe he had dosed off in his chair and this had all been a fever dream. Everything was just too fantastical for it to be real. The last thing that Jonathan had remembered was a great flash of light. Perhaps he was struck by lightning and 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 read "critical failure" and comfortable elastic-waisted 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 c.h.e.s.t. He remembered seeing it on the girl in the email from Isekguy Studios.

'Isekguy Studios! That's right, I was filling in the character creation form and then...' Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to remember what happened between filling in that form and 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 seemed taller. Her tight black and red robe hugged her curves pushing together her b.r.e.a.s.ts 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. Albiet a very confident and deadly looking version of Margery.

"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 c.h.e.s.t. Zigarete hurled her silver spear towards the man, skewering him and pinned 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.

'F.u.c.k' Jonathan's heart raced. That man had the same markings on his c.h.e.s.t as he did. He quickly surveyed the tavern for an exit. There looked to be only one doorway out and considering the number of soldiers between him and it, that one was out of the question. The armored men spread out and started forcefully checking the c.h.e.s.ts of patrons. 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 cobblestoned street. The buildings either side of him were rustic yet vibrant. 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 alive 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 inconveniently placed 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 regain his breath, this was the most running Jonathan had done in a very long time.

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

Jonathan turned around to see Zigarete blocking his escape, spear in hand and as imposing as she had been in the tavern. Jonathan, on the other hand, looked even 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-kebab.

"Are you trying to deceive me? A Sorcerer is never unarmed." Zigarete approached, spearhead pointed toward him. "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 with a bit of luck he might be able to overpower her. Considering the strength in which she threw her spear earlier, she wouldn't be a push-over. Jonathan continued to survey the area but nothing useful had stood out, just borded-up houses and a dead end road. He felt Zigarete grab his wrist from behind. His time had run out.

"Holy goddess, yes, yes!" Zigarete m.o.a.n.e.d 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 l.u.s.tfully. She pulled at Jonathan's wrist as her spear dropped to the ground beside her.

"I need your c.o.c.k." 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k before." Zigarete said as she came up for air. Her hand had started to forcefully and rhythmically stroke Jonathan's now very erect c.o.c.k.

'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 manhood. She paid special attention to the head, sweetly kissing it and running her tongue around the tip. Enjoying the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e 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 c.u.m. She looked up and maintained eye-contact as she swallowed down every last drop. After a contented sigh, Zigarete promptly collapsed to the ground next to her spear. Jonathan leaned down and nudged her, she was ouy cold. Jonathan hastily pulled up his pants and grabbed Zigarete's spear. He took one last look at Margery's doppleganger before escaping into the night. He didn't know what just happened but he wasn't going to stick around to find out.