Emperor Night: A New World (NTR)

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"Another blood bath." Zigarete stepped through the tattered camp. She couldn't help but think this would have gone better if she had the Tracker with her. Where had he gotten to? Why would he leave without saying a word? No, that was very much in his character, it was her fault to think she could rely on him.

"I'm getting to old for this shit." Captain Garth clutched his wounded arm as he approached the Grand Inquisitor.

"Captain, report." Zigarete said as she cleaned the ash off of her newly acquired spear. The Shard of the Red Isles had been given to her by the Emperor from his personal armoury. She was grateful, without it she would have been crushed by that beast.

"We have suffered twenty-five casualties, including two brutes. We managed to take down... six of them, seven if you include that beast." Garth sighed.

"So few." Zigarete shook her head. "Imperial soldiers have grown weak. It is hard to believe we ever conquered anything, let alone all of Adearath."

"The big metal guy did his fair share of carnage." Garth nodded over to man dressed in the black full plate.

"As he should, Rike is one of the Inquisition's finest."

"Thank you Grand Inquisitor, I live to serve." Rike's voice boomed from underneath a metal helmet that completely obscured his face. He kneeled on one knee. "I personally eliminated three of the enemy combatants."

"If only others were as skilled as you Rike." Zigarete looked accusatively at Captain Garth.

"Hey don't look at me, I was fighting that crazy forestfolk woman. I could barely follow her moves." Garth complained.

"That is the problem." Zigarete continued to survey the destruction. "Were are men able to follow them?"

"Uh about that." Garth hesitated to continue, "most of our men chasing the sorcerer's forces fell into a hole."

"A hole?"

"Yeah. A rather large hole. Actually two rather large holes."

"We are going to leave that particular detail out of the official report, am I clear Captain?" Zigarete couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Understood Grand Inquisitor. We do have have some good news though." Garth was keen to save face after another monumental defeat.

"Well, out with it." Zigarete did not expect much of this 'good news'.

"We managed to capture one of the sorcerer's companions. The ashborn girl. One of the brutes managed to nab her in the chaos of the retreat." Garth grinned.

"Oh, that is actually good news." Zigarete admitted. "Bring her to our forward outpost and we will question her. And for goddess' sake get a medic to bandage your bleeding arm."

"Right." Garth wandered off to find a medic.

"And you can stop kneeling now Rike."

"Yes ma'am."

Later that night Zigarete called the prisoner into her command tent. The ashborn was brought in by Garth, she seemed meek but had a defiant look in her eyes. Her clothes were clearly makeshift. Maybe that is how Jonn like his women, barely dressed. It disgusted Zigarete that this sorcerer was spreading his corruption throughout the land. He needed to be stopped. Zigarete placed down her spear and approached the captive.

"What is your name?" Zigarete said.

"S- Saikhi." her voice was timid but had an undertone of resistance.

"That is a nice name. A good, ashborn name. Are you from the Red Isles?"

"No." Saikhi shook her head. "I was born in Cliffside. I have never seen the Isles."

"It's beautiful, a little less so then it use to be I must admit but the building and temples are a sight to see."

"I know what you are doing..." Saikhi said. "You are trying to build report with me. I've read about this tactic before."

"Have you now?" Zigarete placed her hand on Saikhi's shoulder. "Well is it working?"

"No." Saikhi, "I will never betray my master."

"Master? You are bounded then." Zigarete let go of Saikhi's shoulder as Saikhi covered her mouth with her hands. "You are not as smart as you think you are. Tell me, where is your master."

"Even if I knew I would not tell you!" Saikhi eeked out as she closed her eyes.

"Is that so?" Zigarete turned away from Saikhi and took a step away. "Garth, please tear off our prisoner's top."

"You don't have to ask me twice." Garth ripped the makeshift top that Saikhi had been wearing since her encounter with the goblins. Her breasts bounced out and her nipples immediately hardened.

"I don't like using such crude methods of interrogation but with a sexual fend like your master, it might be best to fight fire, with fire." Zigarete inspected her spear, still looking away from Saikhi. "You can start groping, Captain."

"Mmh~" Saikhi let out an unintentional moan as Garth firmly grabbed her breasts from behind. His fingers made their way to her nipples and gently pinched them.

"You don't seem to be disliking your treatment, how interesting." Zigarete chuckled, still looking away.

"That- that's not true." Saikhi felt her breath quicken as the Captain continued to have his way with her breasts. She couldn't believe what she was feeling, did she like sex that much? Ever since she had met her master, she felt like she had been becoming more and more addicted.

"I missed your big tits." Garth said into Saikhi's ear. It sent a shiver down Saikhi's spine.

"Let's try this again. Where is you master?" Zigarete repeated.

"I- mmh- do not know. He went missing." Saikhi admitted as she held back her moans.

"Remove her skirt." Zigarete ordered. Garth didn't hesitate, Saikhi stood there completely exposed. Garth pushed his cock against Saikhi's ass. Although it was still in his pants, Saikhi could feel the hard curve press against her. It wasn't unpleasant. "Maybe some time increasing the morale of my soldiers will jog your memory. We lost quite a few men in that last battle, I am sure the survivors are keen to work off some their frustrations. Don't you think Captain?"

"Very much so Grand Inquisitor." Garth was beginning to think the stuck up bitch of a Grand Inquisitor wasn't so bad after all. Zigarete started to slide her fingers up and down the shaft of her spear, the Shard of the Red Isles felt surprisingly nice in her hand.

"Use my body all you want, no amount of-" Saikhi's words were interrupted by Garth sliding a finger into her pussy. It went in smoothly and without resistance. "Oh- that is uh-" Saikhi huffed. "I will not say anything."

"Such a slutty ashborn." Garth said as he continue to finger her "I can't wait to fill you up again." Saikhi unconsciously spread her legs apart, allowing for better access.

"Garth, take her to the men, then the brutes, I will check on her in the morning." Zigarete firmly grasped her spear. "Also, send in Rike, I need to speak with him." Zigarete felt the corruption of the sorcerer getting to her, she needed to deal with it.

"Will do." Garth slapped Saikhi's ass and lead her out of the command tent. A few minutes later Rike walked in, still dressed in his full plate armour. Zigarete on the other hand had dropped her robes to the ground.

"You called Grand Inquisit-" Rike's words stopped and shyly looked away from Zigarete. "Ma'am I am sorry, I didn't realise you were getting changed."

"It is no mistake Inquisitor Rike, I called you in here to deal with my urges." Zigarete turned around and walked towards Rike, her body on full display.

"Urges ma'am?" Rike swallowed.

"Yes, ever since the sorcerer touched me, I have been feeling urges that have been getting in the way of my duties." Zigarete placed her hand on Rike's codpiece. "There is no way I am going to let Garth near my body, so you are my best bet."

"Best bet?" Rike's armour shuttered and clanged as he shook, unable to move.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me Rike." Zigarete unfastened Rike's codpiece and threw it to the side. "That is an order."

"But Grand Inquisitor, I haven't, I am not. I am not what is considered desirable." Rike protested.

"You're big and strong Rike. What's not to like?" Zigarete pulled Rike's cock out, it was thick and long, it was good to know that codpiece's size was not just for show. "Oh you are very big and strong." Zigarete smiled. "Pick me up and take me right here."

"As you wish Grand Inquisitor." Rike picked up Zigarete who was barely half his size, his weapon must have weighed more than she did. With a deliberate motion he lowered her spread legs down onto his heft, her folds took his length to the hilt.

"Yes. Bounce me up and down on your dick." Zigarete commanded. Rike complied, moving her with ease, it was as if Zigarete was a sheathe for his cock. "Yes, that's it. Right there. You are so deep inside of me." Zigarete moaned as leaned her head back in ecstasy.

Zigarete was not the only one enjoying a good dicking. She could hear from outside of her tent the hollering and cheers from the Imperial soldiers as they took turns with their new plaything. The ashborn seemed to be enjoying herself by the sounds of her moans, though they were muffled, likely due to all of her holes being filled. Zigarete thought for a moment that maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Being used by her soldiers... What was she thinking? She couldn't just give it away to everyone like that could she?

"Fuck me Rike, use my pussy!" Zigarete shouted, could the men outside hear her? The thought seemed to encourage her further.

"You feel amazing Grand Inquisitor." Rike let out shyly. Zigarete thought it was kind of cute how embarrassed he was to indulge in such pleasure. After a few minutes of bouncing his boss on his length, Rike was ready to blow. "I can't hold it much longer."

"That's ok Rike, unleash your seed inside of me." Zigarete encouraged. Moments later Zigarete felt Rike's warm cum fill her insides. There was so much of it. When Zigarete was ultimately let down, she was dripping.

"Ma'am, was that alright?" Rike asked.

"Yes, thank you Rike, you're dismissed. Feel free to try out that ashborn whore if you wish." Zigarete picked up Rike's codpiece and threw it to him before waving him out. As she opened the tent she saw Saikhi in the middle of the camp next to the fire, she was brute's cock whilst servicing other men with he mouth. Zigarete bit the bottom of her lip before shaking her head and leaving for bed. Best not to dwell on those intrusive thoughts.