Emperor Night: A New World (NTR)

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Saikhi was getting better at taking dick down her throat. In particular she was getting better at taking Garth's dick down her throat. Sucking the captain's cock was the closest thing she had gotten to rest in the past two days. It was much easier than being passed around by the rest of the men. Saikhi was surprised she hadn't passed out from the relentless pounding she had suffered at the hands of soldier and brute. She had lost count of how many times she had orgasmed and how many loads she had been covered in. It hadn't been wholly unpleasant, but Saikhi was beginning to miss her master and the way he feels inside of her.

"Damn it." Garth complained as he rifled through the various parchments on his table. "I can't make head or tails of these numbers." It probably didn't help that Garth was being distracted by Saikhi slurping down on his rod. The ashborn slut was good with her mouth. Saikhi was learning exactly the parts of Garth's cock that required the most attention, she knew that Garth liked it when she sucked on his tip whilst stroking his shaft and cradling his balls. She had to learn to multitask or else Garth might send her back out to get stuffed by his men.

"I could... have a look at it." Saikhi said as she lapped at Garth's cock.

"What do you know about numbers?" Garth peered down at the crimson skinned girl diligently servicing him.

"I used to work in a library... I have a good... head on my shoulders." Saikhi explained between bobs.

"You certainly do have a good head on you. Let's see if your brains match." Garth smirked." After you swallow my cum, you can take a look."

"Yes captain." Saikhi increased her speed, she was looking forward to doing something that did require stuffing something into one of her holes. She reached around Garth and pushed her head down to his hilt. Garth's girth reached the back of Saikhi's throat with ease. Saikhi couldn't help but feel impressed with how well she took it all down. The captain grasped the back of Saikhi's hair and began to relentlessly fuck Saikhi's mouth, thrusting his cock as deep down her throat as it could go. "Glugh. Glugh. Glugh." the sound of Saikhi glugging on Garth's cock was music to his ears. With a loud grunt Garth began to cum, his hot load coated the inside of Saikhi's throat and mouth as Garth continued to pump.

"That's it! Suck it down you ashborn whore." Garth yelled as he held down Saikhi's head. Saikhi did as she was told. Swallowing cum was another thing she was getting better at. After Saikhi had cleaned Garth's cock off of any remaining seed she proceeded to look at the piece of parchment that was causing the captain so much trouble.

The words were written in military shorthand but it looked they were movement orders from various garrisons around Rainfell and other parts of north Adearath. Each garrison had a departure time and an expected travel time to the rendezvous point that Garth's group had set up camp at. "These are troop movement orders correct?"

"Yeah, that's right." Garth said impressed the ashborn could read the coded shorthand developed by the Imperial military. "How did you work that out?"

"I have seen them before when I was asked to help archive some of the Empires documents back in Cliffside." Saikhi admitted. "It looks like you are receiving an extra 800 men and 20 brutes. The latest arrival should be a detachment from the Dread Tower Watch Garrison in one week and one day."

"So that is how long it is going to take them aey?" Garth sighed. "I couldn't work out the time zone conversion with the expected marching time." Garth looked at the naked ashborn, she was more impressive than he had first thought. "What was your name again?"

"My name is Saikhi." Saikhi said as she continued to pour over the captain's documents.

"Well Saikhi, looks like your talents go beyond sucking and fucking." Garth said as he reached down and grasped Saikhi's ass. "Perhaps I should give you some rest and let you do some of my paperwork."

"Thank you Captain Garth. I would like that." Saikhi said, she felt joyful. Someone besides her master had recognised her talents.

"You can just call me Garth, I think we are acquainted well enough now." Garth laughed.

"Uh yes, of course. Thank you Garth." Saikhi didn't even mind that Garth was squeezing her ass, she was just happy to have been noticed. "Um Garth." Saikhi noticed something odd in the movement orders.

"Yes slu- I mean Saikhi."

"These orders say you are to raid a hidden compound in Rainfell. A bandit compound. I thought your orders were to capture my master." Saikhi questioned.

"Curious one, aren't you? Tell me that you love the taste of my cock and I will tell you all about it." Garth squeezed Saikhi's ass.

"Unngh. I love the taste of your cock Garth. It is delicious and thick." Saikhi played along.

"Better than your master's cock?"

"... Yes." Saikhi lied. She didn't believe it but she knew it would make Garth happy to hear.

"Haha. Good. Alright then let me tell you the plan." Garth pulled Saikhi close and fondled her breast as he explained. "Yes, we were still planning on capturing your master but we just got word from the Tracker that he is dead by his hands. He will be here tomorrow with his head."

Saikhi's heart sank. "No." She felt tears welling up in her eyes. "That is not possible." The tears started to stream down.

"Oh don't be like that. He was a dirty sorcerer. Stay with me and I will keep you safe." Garth didn't let Saikhi's crying stop him from caressing her body.

"It cannot be true..." She sniffed. It just felt wrong to Saikhi she couldn't fully believe Garth's words.

"I am sure of it. The Tracker doesn't lie." Garth pondered for a moment. "I tell you what, if it turn out it isn't true I will let you go on your way back to Cliffside, no questions asked. But if the Tracker turns up here tomorrow with Jonn's head, you have to promise to be my personal secretary and bedwarmer for as long as I like." Garth presented the wager.

"Fine. I know Jonn is not dead, his soul still calls to mine." Saikhi agreed as she fought back more tears.

"Anyway," Garth continued, "Turns out there is a bunch of bandits hiding underneath Rainfell, we got word from a spy in the Pirate Union. Grand Inquisitor Zigarete said we might as well kill two forrins with one catapult while we are here. Problem is the Empire doesn't maintain a strong garrison up in Rainfell due to some deal the Emperor made with the Tracker back during the War of Conquest. So we got to wait here for more troops." Garth pulled Saikhi onto his lap.

"Now that I have got you all caught up, how about we go another round. I'm just about hard again." Garth wiggled Saikhi's hips against his length.

"Yes Garth." Saikhi agreed. "Can I sleep in your bed after?" Maybe after Garth got tired from fucking her she could finally get some proper rest.

"Sure this Saikhi but don't think that means you are getting out of morale duty permanently. I still promised the soldiers another wack at you and a captain's word is his bond." Garth was once again fully erect. He guided he cock into Saikhi's warm folds.

"I uh-" Saikhi let out a soft moan as the captain entered her. "I understand. But maybe I could do more paperwork later?"

"Sure thing." Garth bounced Saikhi up and down on his cock as he leaned back on his chair. He was starting to like the idea of having his own slutty ashborn to do his work and to drain his dick. That night Saikhi was finally able to get some rest.

The following day camp was called to parade. Captain Garth and his men lined up in formation, they all did their best not to leer at the half-naked Saikhi that stood near them. As the Tracker approached, it was clear to Garth that he had gone through hell, his clothes were torn and he was bleeding from several place all over his body. In one hand he carried a mace, and in his other he carried a small sack. The Grand Inquisitor and Rike greeted the Tracker as he approached.

"The sorcerer?" Zigarete asked bluntly. The Tracker threw the small sack he was carrying on the ground next to Zigarete and silently walked by her. A severed head rolled out, it looked just like Jonathan's.

"No!" Saikhi cried as she fell to her knees.

"Someone shut that ashborn slut up." Zigarete commanded.

"Sorry Saikhi, told you the Tracker never lies." Garth walked up behind Saikhi and covered her mouth as she sobbed. The Tracker got a good look at Saikhi as he walked past the parade. He continued wordlessly to the medical tent.

"Well I must say I'm disappointed I wasn't the one to do it but I'm glad it is over." Zigarete kicked the discarded head. "Rike, make sure the Tracker's wounds are tended to."

"Yes ma'am." Rike said as he hurried off towards the Tracker with one of the medics.

"Garth keep the men combat ready," Zigarete said, "and keep the prisoner inline or else." Zigarete walked back to her command tent with a prideful gate.

"It is not possible..." Saikhi could still feel Jonathan's soul calling to her, but she was now uncertain if that call was from beyond the grave.