Emperor Night

Zigarete stood in front of the large intricately carved stone doors leading to the Emperor's Cliffside lodgings. It was uncommon for 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 the known world, gold plated artworks lined every wall of the palace and servants waited on his Majesty's every need. There was no reason to leave. That all changed when Emperor Tarthis' wife Marra was captured and corrupted by the Dread Sorcerer, Fade. Sorcery had always been outlawed in the Empire, it was unwise for those in charge 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 cleansed in fire. A great inquisition to rid Adearath of Sorcerers once and for all. The Emperor d.e.s.i.r.ed to witness the cleansing 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 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 significant in size, it 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. it was not as grandiose as the royal throne in Heartland, but it was beautiful none the less. Upon the throne, Tarthis sat n.a.k.e.d, 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 had soured his appeal. Upon the Emperor, a dusky southern girl sat, n.a.k.e.d and in ecstasy. Her h.i.p.s rolled against the Emperor's l.a.p as she was penetrated by his royal c.o.c.k. Tarthis was firmly pulling back on the southern girl's hair as his hand explored her perky b.r.e.a.s.ts and brushed agaisnt her pierced n.i.p.p.l.es.

Zigarete strode confidently down the white carpet that lead towards the throne. 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 d.e.s.i.r.es. 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 shouted with zeal.

Tarthis bent the ambassador down parallel to the ground, her h.i.p.s continued to rhythmically grind up and down the length of the Emperor's c.o.c.k.

"Ah, Inquisitor, I have been expecting you. Are you ready to give your report?" Tarthis' smooth voice seemed unaffected by his s.e.x.u.a.l 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 always favored brevity in her reports.

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

Zigarete held her tongue about her the final piece of the report until the Emperor was done. It was dangerous 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.

"One Sorcerer is still being hunted, he escaped from last night's raid. A male Sorcerer wearing odd black and grey clothing eluded capture and escaped into 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 l.a.p and stumbled to the ground in front of the throne. She quickly scrambled to make sure the Emperor's c.o.c.k was not left unattended, promptly she stroked and s.u.c.k.e.d Tarthis' length as he spoke. "There is still a Sorcerer on the run? 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. 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 know 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 dripping from 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 may be better suited. I am sure you wouldn't want to end up as a bed warmer to the royal guard or better yet a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e slave for the Brute Legion. I needn't remind you what happened to your predecessor Grand Inquisitor Aurra". Tarthis gripped the ambassador's hair and pulled her lips off his length. He maintained eye contact with Zigarete as he unloaded all over the ambassador's face and b.r.e.a.s.ts. "You are dismissed. Both of you."

The ambassador quickly excused herself without cleaning or covering herself. 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, sneaking them out of the Empire. As punishment she was stripped of her rank sent to the Brute Legion as a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e 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.