Emperor Night

'Damn it, I'm an idiot.' Jonathan thought as he steadied himself against the unstable wall of his hideout. 'I need to be keeping low, not playing the damn hero.' As much as circ.u.mstances 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 was uncertain 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 mouse trapped in a maze full of cats. Jonathan retrieved his guidebook which he had stashed away in his cloak's inner pocket. 'Maybe Lily can help. Here goes nothing.' He opened the tome.

"Greetings Mr. Nightmare!" Lily playfully 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 straightforward 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 smirked. "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, could have seen the movies. That said, she was an oddity, even in this world, 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 as an intergration assistant and guide. 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 around 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 c.h.e.s.t. "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'm 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 try to kill 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. Tgere was no use dwelling on it. Jonathan went to turn in for the night. In the morning he would begin the arduous task of escaping Cliffside 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 rear entrance of the hideout. Jonathan slid behind a pile of broken furniture in the center of the room. 'Damn it they've found me.' The deadly magical spear was just out of reach, laid up against the wall, fortunately Jonathan had kept his dagger close.

"Hello, is anyone home?" a familiar soft, reserved voice called out from the darkness. It was voice of the red-skinned woman that Jonathan had saved just a few minutes earlier. 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 Jonathan kept 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 he spoke. He wanted to say that his name was 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 magic word that he required to avoid turning Saikhi into a s.e.x-crazed maniac.

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

"Why are you here? How did you find me?" Jonathan tried to stop himself from sounding like an interrogator, his attempted prooved unsucessful.

"After you saved me, I followed you. You were not very 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 that would add to the his current mess and if the need to run or hide arose, it would make the task 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 up Jonathan's spine. He strolled over to 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 his 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 a immense source of knowledge almost as immense 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 of Ashborns working there so he got rid of me. That was only a few days ago. I was staying in one of the rooms attached to the library but only current employees are allowed to live there. 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. I believed 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 would do little to help.

"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 rising 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 preferable to 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. It 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 c.o.c.k. 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 have accidentally touched him in the middle of the night and been overwhelmed with d.e.s.i.r.e. 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 serve you." Her voice said softly and e.r.o.t.i.cally. She wrapped her b.r.e.a.s.ts around Jonathan's c.o.c.k, the softness of her t.i.t.s was intense. Saikhi worked Jonathan's lubricated member between her mounds as she seductively bit her lower lip. Jonathan began to thrust his h.i.p.s, aiding Saikhi's efforts.

'Well, it is happening now.' Jonathan thought putting up a token amount of resistance before giving in to his d.e.s.i.r.es. Jonathan's c.o.c.k peaked from between Saikhi embrace. She lovingly kissed the tip as she continued to bounce her b.r.e.a.s.ts 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 c.a.r.e.s.sed her h.i.p.s as she began to use his c.o.c.k 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, his c.o.c.k 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 b.r.e.a.s.ts. This was the best s.e.x of Jonathan's life.

"Yes, my body is yours, you are so deep inside of me Master." Saikhi m.o.a.n.e.d as she tightened her t.h.i.g.hs around Jonathan and picked up speed. That was all that he could handle. Jonathan g.r.o.a.n.e.d as he came inside of Saikhi, filling up her exotic body. Saikhi didn't stop, she kept f.u.c.k.i.n.g Jonathan while his c.u.m spilt into her. A moment later her body shook with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. "Yes! Master! Oh!" She arched her back as she let out a scream of passion. Saikhi fell off of Jonathan and back onto the bedroll. This was going to be hard to explain in the morning.