Emperor Night

They left at first light. It wasn't nearly as awkward as Jonathan had anticipated. Saikhi was actually the one being apologetic. She explained that she was the one who tried to wake up her Master to ask where the bathroom was. She disobeyed orders. It was her fault. Jonathan switched gears and reassured Saikhi that it was alright. He let Saikhi know that he was a Sorcerer and a pretty awful one at that. Jonathan didn't know how to fully control his newly bestowed power. He decided not to go into the whole 'I'm from another world' thing, that would have just compounded the growing confusion on his new companion's face. Instead, he rattled-off the story he had told the clothing merchant yesterday. As far as anyone in this world was concerned, he was a traveler from Gotham, a place far beyond the Burning Sea. 'Maybe I could start calling myself The Batman.' He thought foolishly. 'I mean... I am the Night.' Saikhi had either bought the story or didn't bother to object. Either way worked well for Jonathan.

They had traveled through Cliffside for the better half of the day. The city felt absolutely enormous, the buildings just went on and on. Saikhi explained that it was the biggest trading port of the Adearathian Empire, which made it a veritable melting pot of different races and cultures. It also happened to be the city with the highest crime rate in the Empire. The city's vast quantity of wealth brought out the worst in it's lower-class inhabitants. The nobles were not much better than the criminals, there were a lot of places that had fallen into disrepair due to rampant corruption. Funds intended for rebuilding and maintaining infrastructure usually found their way into the lining of some rich bastard's pockets. Despite that, the main streets were pristine. "It is to keep up appearances. They have to make the Empire look good." Saikhi explained. The whole situation struck Jonathan as eerily familiar.

As the name suggested, Cliffside was situated at the bottom of a 400 foot high cliff. That detail hadn't stopped the Empire from erecting a massive stone wall that stretched out along the ridge of the cliff. It even stepped down the cliff side to fully encircle rest of the city. Getting out was going to be rough. Any section of Cliffside that wasn't sealed off by the wall was fronted by water. Very dangerous and well-patrolled water. It was a good thing that Jonathan had asked Saikhi for her advice on how to escape otherwise he wouldn't have known that each of the vessels that entered and left Cliffside's docks were checked by the guard. Every item, person and package must go through a thorough inspection and tedious registration process to avoid wealth leaving the mainland. Exiting by sea was completely out of the question. Considering that Jonathan didn't have any magical climbing abilities that he knew of, only one method of escape remained: straight out the front door.

The main gate of Cliffside was still heavily guarded but regulations were much more relaxed. Saikhi said that all that the guards usually asked were: Where are you going? Why are you going? When do you expect to return? They cared much more about people coming in then they did going out. It didn't hurt to be safe though, so Jonathan had planned out an elaborate cover story. They would pose as wandering traders. They spent the morning in the market purchasing significant quantities of trinkets, spices and other goods. They also made sure to purchase new clothes for Saikhi to replace her tattered robe. They settled on getting her an intricate bright blue dress. To carry it all, Saikhi suggested that they buy a beast of burden called a Cren. It looked kind of like the illegitimate offspring between a horse and an ox, albeit a bit shaggier and on the stout side. By the end of their shopping spree, Jonathan had blown through another four crowns. He had less than half of what Lily had originally given him, though he expected to make much of that back after selling his goods to people outside the city. If he did it right, he might even turn a profit. Everything was going smoothly. The guards has given them a scare or two as they passed close by but none had paid any attention to the pair.

Jonathan and Saikhi, with their pack-Cren in tow, stood in the long line of people shuffling towards the city's gate. One-by-one, people entered into the sealed-off customs tent up ahead and then one-by-one they would emerge from that tent and exit through the open gate. Some people took longer than others but all of them had emerged so far. That was promising. It took a good hour before Jonathan and Saikhi reached the front of the queue. The sun had already begun it's decent from the afternoon sky.

"Next." A grizzled voice called out from the tent.

Jonathan and Saikhi entered the customs tent, leaving their pack-Cren outside to be unenthusiastically inspected by a pair of guards. Jonathan had made certain to keep the magic spear in the burlap sack on his back along with his other personal effects, it would be very bad if they were found. A balding man, dressed in fine leather armor, sat at a wooden table at the back of the tent. He held a small page of parchment in his hand along with an ink quill. Flanking him were two well-armed guards, each with a sturdy pole-hammer.

"Name?" The balding man said methodically, keeping his eye on the parchment in front of him.

"Jonn and Saikhi" Jonathan didn't see the need to lie. Those that were after him didn't know his name. Besides, it is much harder to spot a lie when it is surrounded by truth.

"Reason for departure?" the balding man continued, peering up at the pair. Jonathan noticed the man's gaze carefully inspect the Saikhi's curves.

"Heading up north to trade." Jonathan replied. The man nodded and looked back down at his parchment. Jonathan had the feeling that the man wasn't even listening to his answers. He was just mindlessly checking off the list of questions he was required to ask. It reminded him of a telemarketing call he got once.

"Length of departure?" The man droned.

"Two seasons." This was the length of time Saikhi had advised he say. It was short enough to avoid suspicion and long enough that they wouldn't ask further questions.

"Alright. That all seems to be in order. Please remove your clothes."

"Excuse me!?" Jonathan blurted out in surprise. Saikhi had talked Jonathan through the whole process of leaving the city and she never once mentioned that stripping down was part of it. Maybe she was mad at him after all.

"Yes, it's unusual, but by the order of the Inquisition we are to inspect each person's c.h.e.s.t for a Sorcerer mark before letting them leave." The balding man looked back towards Saikhi and paid special attention to her b.r.e.a.s.ts. "It takes some extra time, but I'm not complaining."

Jonathan began to silently panic. If he was required to take off this clothes there is no way he could conceal the fact that he was a Sorcerer. He found his hand slowly crawling towards the spear on his back.

"Sir." Saikhi spoke up. "Is there some way you could make an exception for my Master? He is from across the Burning Sea and it is an affront to his gods to b.a.r.e his skin." Jonathan was amazed by Saikhi's quick thinking.

"Ah, so she is bound to you?" The balding man asked Jonathan. "Lucky man. I am sure as the Captain of the Guard I can come to some sort of arrangement that would respect your gods. If you can make it worth my while." He hungrily eyed Saikhi up and down.

Jonathan knew exactly what the Captain wanted, and so did Saikhi. She looked over to Jonathan and nodded. "I will do anything to help and serve my Master, no matter how hard or degrading." She said softly. Even if the task wasn't going to be hard for her, Jonathan definitely was. Offering herself so willing to the Captain had pushed another one of Jonathan's buttons.

"Well how about that. Are you willing to let my men and I fully and repeatedly inspect your servant? You will be allowed to stay fully clothed of course."

"Yes." Jonathan replied a little to eagerly before reining himself in. "If you... must." He should probably at least try to seem reluctant.

The Captain pushed out from his table and stood up, tossing his parchment and quill aside. "Let's get started then." He approach Saikhi and greedily groped her b.r.e.a.s.ts. Saikhi unlaced her dress and allowed it to fall to the ground around her. Her body gently quivered as the Captain continued his l.u.s.tful affections, exploring the curves of the Ashborn's soft, red body. The two other men approached Saikhi, leaving their pole-hammers behind them. They kept some distance, waiting for their turn with the Captain's new toy. The Captain and his men unbuckled their belts and revealed their stiff members. Saikhi looked down and beheld the Captain's c.o.c.k. It was bigger than she had seen before and significantly thicker. She looked over to Jonathan who seemed to be, at the very least, accepting of the situation. Saikhi was doing this to protect him, she had to push on.

"Let's find out if what they say about Ashborns is true." The Captain smirked as he rubbed his fingers between Saikhi's t.h.i.g.hs and deep inside her. "Ah, your p.u.s.s.y is much warmer than the girls I'm use to." Saikhi let out a squeak as the Captain picked her up and laid her down over the back table. "Alright men, dig in. You know the drill, fill her holes." The Captain spread Saikhi's legs apart and plunged his girth inside of her, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a grunt as he did. The Captain really filled her out nicely. Saikhi could feel herself tightening around him as the other men approached her mouth at the other end of the table. It didn't take long until Saikhi found herself taking turns sliding her mouth down the length of their c.o.c.ks. She felt somewhat uncoordinated, not quite getting the hang of rubbing one c.o.c.k while s.u.c.k.i.n.g off the other. It didn't help that the Captain was increasing his speed and depth with each expedition his c.o.c.k took inside of her.

The whole scene was straight out of one of Jonathan's fantasies. A young, beautiful friend being violated in front of his eyes. He did his best to hide his excitement as he took in every moment of Saikhi being f.u.c.k.e.d. He thought it a bit hypocritical, just the day before he stopped this kind of thing from happening to Saikhi but this time he couldn't contain himself. He could hear Saikhi starting to m.o.a.n as the Captain relentlessly pounded her p.u.s.s.y. Her voice was muffled from servicing his men's d.i.c.ks. After a few minutes they rotated around Saikhi, each one making sure they had enough time to thoroughly enjoy each of her entrances. Saikhi glanced over to her Master, her mouth filled with the Captain's c.o.c.k. She could have never imagined herself doing something like this just a few days earlier. What had changed?

"F.u.c.k Cap, this girl's p.u.s.s.y is hot." the guard currently thrusting into Saikhi reveled.

"I don't know how much longer I am going to last." The other guard announced.

"Now, now men, it would be rude to let such a fine girl leave without a gift from us don't you think?" The Captain pulled Saikhi off the table and onto her knees. They encircled her, using her hands to jerk their c.o.c.ks. One after another they fired off their loads, covering Saikhi's face and t.i.t.s in a creamy white mess which contrasted well against her crimson skin. The Captain's load was especially potent, he came almost as much as the other two combined.

"Very nice." The Captain said. Jonathan caught himself before nodding in agreement. "Well, Jonn, was it? You can have your whore back. See to it that she doesn't wipe-off her gift before she is out of sight of the city gates. My men and I would be very offended."

"Yes. I will make sure of it." Jonathan replied, feigning disgust. He spotted Saikhi l.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips slightly as she dressed herself. He didn't expect her to enjoy herself as much as she did. Had he read her wrong? It just felt... different from the last time. The thought didn't even cross Jonathan's mind that he could have probably taken out the three distracted men with his magic spear until just then. Jonathan and Saikhi were shown out of the tent by the Captain's men. They grabbed their Cren and exited through the city's gates.

"I am sorry, Master, I had to." Saikhi said timidly once they were out of sight, c.u.m still running down her face.

"No it is alright." Jonathan smiled. "You did good."