Emperor Night: A New World (NTR)

1: Downfall



Part 1: Hunted

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Jonathan stretched back on his chair, the glow from his phone illuminating his pale face. Hiding away to play games in the musty-smelling, poorly lit storeroom had become his most coveted Friday night tradition. It didn't feel nefarious to him. The game shop where he worked was dying anyway. Why would anyone purchase games in person these days? Buying games was mostly handled online anyway. It wasn't his fault if his boss, Mr. Checnov, wanted to keep paying him to tend the graveyard. Jonathan's focus drifted back to the game on his phone.

Netorare Emperor, a translated Japanese title, catered to Jonathan's particular proclivities: beautiful women, tactical gameplay and, as its name suggests, sexual 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 cunning use of economics. "If only my economics lecturers could see me now." he chuckled to himself as he skipped through various lines of repeated dialog before lingered at a crucial decision point in the game. A messenger had 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 to himself. A majority of Jonathan's forces were off fighting in the East against the Bandit-King who had been raiding the Silken Empire's trade routes for dozens of turns. Jonathan immediately sent one of his diplomats to negotiate with the Emperor of Thorns, Pontilex, and determine what his war demands were. It was vital for Jonathan to avoid conflict until he was able to defeat the Bandit-King and reposition his eastern forces to properly face the Empire of Thorns. One mistake now would most likely lead to a game over.

A ping heralded the diplomat's return, Pontilex's reply in-hand. Three options appeared on the screen. The first option: "Tribute 500,000 gold pieces." was out of the question, the Silken Empire didn't have that kind of funds available in its treasury and even if it did, giving up such a large sum would cripple the Silken 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 breasts. In the game she had a high beauty stat and was desired 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 sex scene. The screen faded to black.

When the light returned Queen Margery was on her knees upon a white marble floor. Her fine purple gown was ripped, her breasts cascading out. She looked up derisively at Pontilex who was standing naked over her. His broad muscular shoulders and rugged scared body was only outshone by his thick cock. The soldiers and nobles of the Thorn Empire surround the two, watching the scene unfold before them in the Empire of Thorn's court.

"Behold the Silken slut." Pontilex shouted to the crowd as he grabbed Margery by the hair and pressed the tip of his cock up 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 certainly been pissed. Jonathan slid a hand into his pants and began to stroke himself as Margery enveloped the entire length of Pontilex's cock.

Jonathan's heart raced as he imagined his girlfriend in the queen's place. Despite her beauty, the real Margery was rather frigid and held strongly to her traditional values. Jonathan hadn't yet worked up the courage to tell her about any of his darker perversions and considering the nature of those perversions, he probably never would. Perhaps in the far future, if he was feeling particularly brave. For now, this was enough.

A proud roar came from Pontilex as he held the queen down on his cock. Cum began to flow down Margery's throat. Several drops overflowed onto her exposed breasts. She took several gulps to try and down as much of the sticky, warm liquid as she could. "That's a good royal slut." 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 be generous and serve the people." Pontilex continued as the crowd pushed up against her. The scene faded to black once again.

When the soft glow of the mobile's screen shone back into existence, some time had passed in-game. Margery had been stripped completely bare and her gown laid in a heap beside her. In each of her hands she handled a stranger's cock. Her tits pushed together as another man violated her breasts, sliding his excited rod between them. Her mounds jiggled with every excited pump. Margery's mouth was dutifully filled by man after man, each one finishing in her mouth. She struggled to gulp down each of their loads. A counter appeared in the top right corner of the screen, keeping track of the number of cumshots she had managed to gulp down.

Jonathan pulled out his cock from his pants and continued to rhythmically stroke it at the sight of his virtual queen being violated by so many men. The storeroom door opened with a loud crack. Jonathan jumped in his chair and smacked his body against the shelving behind him. Several boxes of game discs crashed down onto the wooden floor behind him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jonathan looked toward 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.

"Hide your shame Mr. Night, you're a disgrace." In the four years Jonathan had worked here, not once had Mr. Checnov ever called him by his first name. It was always Mr. Night, or more regularly "boy." Jonathan hastily 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 awkwardly tilted towards him.

"Gangbang porn?" Mr. Checnov looked closer and saw the floating name of Margery above the naked queen on the screen. "Isn't that your girlfriend's name?". Jonathan quickly tucked his phone into his pocket.

'Fuck.'

"Well, it's-" Jonathan could barely get a word out before being interrupted once again.

"No boy, I don't want to hear it. Get your things and go. Don't bother coming in tomorrow either." There was a tone of finality to Mr. Checnov's words. Jonathan did his best to compose himself before he exited the storeroom.

'Fuck!'


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