Emperor Night (NTR)

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Jonathan and his companions had been guests of the Dread Tower for quite some time now and Jonathan found himself getting into a routine. He would awaken, enjoy breakfast, take some time to practice his fighting skills in the training room and spend the evening with Saikhi and Talitha. He could see himself getting used to this. His companions also seemed happy, though they were often hard to find during the day. Fade mentioned that they would set their trap for the Emperor "when the time was right", when that was exactly remained confined in Fade's head.

After breaking his fast with a hearty meal, he set out to find Alistar and the Sentinels before his morning practice, curious about their activities and well-being.

As he wandered through the labyrinthine corridors, Jonathan couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The usual sounds of the morning—clanging swords from the training rooms and the distant murmur of conversations—seemed subdued.

Jonathan's footsteps echoed off the cold, dark walls as he made his way towards the Sentinels' quarters. The door was slightly ajar, and as he pushed it open, he was met with a not wholly unexpected sight.

The room was a scene of utter debauchery. Alistar and his Sentinels were in the midst of an orgy with Marra and the maid staff, including Yianna.

Marra, with her confident demeanour, was the epicentre of the display. She rode atop one of the Sentinels, her hips slithering with a serpent's grace, while another knight buried his face between her tits. Her wings fluttered with pleasure.

Alistar was engaged with Yianna and another maid. Yianna's eyes were glazed over with lust, and her body writhed in ecstasy under Alistar's skillful touch. The other maid, a petite faen with emerald eyes, was eagerly pleasuring Alistar's member with her mouth, her eyes watering with the effort.

The Sentinels were lost in their own carnal desires. They took turns with the maids, their armour discarded and forgotten in the corner of the room. The women, for their part, seemed to revel in the attention, their bodies used and abused in every conceivable way.

Jonathan lingered in the doorway for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the scene before him. His presence barely registered, as if he were nothing more than a ghost, a spectre of chastity amidst a sea of unbridled lust. With a deep, steadying breath that did little to quell the fire burning within his loins, Jonathan turned away from the spectacle. He needed to clear his mind, to focus on something—anything—other than the carnal acts that surrounded him almost constantly. It was time to check on Tali.

He made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the Dread Tower, his thoughts turbulent. The image of Alistar's cock disappearing into the warmth of Yianna's pussy was seared into his memory, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake the vividness of the tableau.

He arrived at Tali's door, his hand poised to knock, but the sound of her voice, husky, desperate, begging for more, stilled his movements. He quietly pushed the door open, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

There, in the centre of the room, was Talitha, her toned body straddling atop a brute. The brute's muscles bulged and flexed with each thrust of his massive cock, which was buried to the hilt inside Tali. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her hands clawing at his broad shoulders as she rode him with the fury of a huntress fighting her prey.

The brute's eyes were lost with pleasure, his tusks glistening with saliva as Tali's lips worked their way down his neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements as she ground herself against him, her cries of pleasure reverberating around the room.

Jonathan stood there, transfixed by the raw, animalistic display of lust unfolding before his eyes. His pants grew uncomfortably tight as he watched the brute's cock slide in and out of Tali's dripping wet pussy, his shaft stretching her apart.

Jonathan was vaguely aware of the fact that he had been standing there for several minutes, his presence unnoticed by the pair locked in their passionate embrace. It was only when Tali threw her head back and screamed out in ecstasy, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, that the brute's gaze shifted and locked onto Jonathan's. The brute's full of possessive satisfaction was clear. And then, as if coming to his senses, Jonathan stepped back, pulling the door shut with a soft click.

He stood there for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should feel jealous, should feel angry at the sight of Tali fucking as she pleases, but all he felt was a strange sense of satisfaction. It was clear that she was enjoying herself, that she was revelling in the pleasure that the brute's massive cock was providing her. With a sigh, Jonathan turned and walked away, leaving Tali to her devices.

Jonathan made his way to Saikhi's quarters, hoping to find solace in her company her room was vacant. She was likely elsewhere in the tower. Jonathan finally decided to investigate the throne room.

As he approached the door to the throne room, he could hear the faintest sounds of pleasure. He pressed on, pushing the door open to reveal yet another scene of erotic indulgence.

There, in the midst of the opulent throne room, sat Fade upon his dark throne. His robe was open, revealing his stiff, throbbing member, which was being eagerly serviced by none other than Saikhi. Her crimson breasts wrapped around his length which barely poked up from between them.

Fade leaned back against his throne, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure etched across his face. His fingers threaded through Saikhi's hair, his hips thrusting into the soft embrace Saikhi supplied. She serviced Fade with an eagerness and enthusiasm that bordered on reverence.

Saikhi, her glowing blue eyes sparkling with a mix of desire and gratitude, gazed up at Fade. "Thank you, my lord, for granting my Master safe harbour," she licked the tip of Fade's cock happily.

Fade chuckled darkly. "You are most welcome, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I trust you are finding your accommodations... to your liking?"

Saikhi let her saliva drip down between her breasts mixing with Fade's pre-cum, providing better lubrication. "Oh, yes, my lord," she cooed, her voice thick with desire. "The Dread Tower has so many books to read."

Jonathan, standing just inside the threshold, felt a pang of something akin to jealousy course through him as he watched Saikhi, revel in the pleasure of Fade's cock. And yet, there was something about the way she looked at Fade, the sheer gratitude in her eyes, that stirred a sense of pride within him. He had led her here, to this place of safety and security, and in turn, she was doing what she could to ensure their continued welcome in the Dread Tower.

Fade, catching sight of Jonathan standing in the doorway, raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry. "Ah, Jonn," he said, his voice carrying across the room, "Do come in. Your companion here was just expressing her... appreciation for my hospitality."

Saikhi, her attention now drawn to Jonathan, turned to face him, her face flushed. "Master," she said, her voice soft, "I hope you don't mind. I wanted to show our host just how grateful we are for his kindness."

Jonathan, stepping further into the room, nodded slowly, taking in the sight before him. He knew that his power, the Arousal Control, had a hand in the rampant displays of sexual fervour that had taken over the tower, but he couldn't deny that there was a certain beauty in the way his companions embraced their desires, in the way they expressed their gratitude.

Saikhi continued to titfuck Fade with fervent enthusiasm. Her breasts glided up and down his length, her movements fluid and deliberate.

"You truly are a fortunate man, Jonn Nightmare," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "To have such loyal companions at your side... it is a rare thing indeed."

Saikhi, her glowing blue eyes locked onto Fade's, nodded in agreement, her breath hitching as she momentarily broke her rhythm to speak. "Master has always treated us with kindness and respect," she said, panting slightly as she resumed her task. "We would do anything for him."

Fade chuckled softly, his fingers threading through Saikhi's hair once more. "I can see that," he said, his hips subtly thrusting upwards to meet Saikhi's descending breasts. "And I must admit, I am quite eager to sample the delights of your other companion. The heldran, Talitha, yes?"

Jonathan had no claim over Tali, nor did he wish to. If Tali chose to indulge in Fade's bed, it was her choice to make.

"Talitha... she has been rather preoccupied as of late," Jonathan said, his voice steady despite the images that flashed through his mind. "She seems to have taken quite the liking to your brutes."

Fade's eyes gleamed with interest at this revelation. "Is that so?" he mused, his attention momentarily torn away from the mesmerizing sight of Saikhi's breasts as they worked their magic on his throbbing member. "Quite the size queen that one. Well, I suppose there's no harm in indulging her preferences."

Saikhi, still dutifully servicing Fade, let out a soft moan of agreement, her body shuddering with pleasure as she felt Fade's cock twitch between her breasts. "Tali has always been... adventurous," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and lust. "I have no doubt that she would welcome your... attentions, my lord."

Fade, his breath growing increasingly ragged as Saikhi's pace quickened, turned his gaze back to Jonathan. "I must say, Jonn, you have done well in choosing your allies," he said, his voice strained with pleasure. "I look forward to seeing what the future holds for us... as allies, and perhaps even as friends."

With a final, desperate thrust of his hips, Fade let out a low, guttural moan, his cock pulsating as he reached his climax. Saikhi, her mouth open wide with anticipation, moaned loudly as she felt Fade's hot, sticky seed spurt out over her breasts and tongue.

"Your seed, tastes like candy." Saikhi said surprised.

"Magically modified for your pleasure." Fade laughed.

With Fade's seed still glistening upon her crimson skin, Saikhi climbed onto his lap with an eagerness that spoke volumes of her submission. Her hands, steady despite the anticipation coursing through her veins, guided the Dread Sorcerer's still-hard member towards her waiting entrance. There was no hesitation in her movements, no hint of second thoughts. This was what she wanted, what she needed.

Locking eyes with Fade, Saikhi sank onto his cock with a satisfied sigh that turned into a breathy moan as she felt herself being stretched to accommodate his girth. The Dread Sorcerer's manhood slid into her effortlessly, thanks to the copious amounts of slick arousal that had gathered from servicing him. The feeling of Fade's cock filling her was intoxicating. Saikhi began to ride Fade's cock with slow, deliberate movements, savouring the delicious friction as she rocked her hips back and forth.

Jonathan, still observing from the doorway, felt his own arousal surge at the sight of Saikhi impaled upon Fade's manhood. As Saikhi continued to ride Fade, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second, Fade could not help but marvel at the sight before him. He had anticipated her eagerness to please, her willingness to bend to his desires, but this... this was something else entirely.

Fade, his hands gripping Saikhi's hips tightly as he guided her movements, could feel his own release building within him once again. His gaze locked onto Saikhi's, a silent promise passing between them. He was not finished with her—not by a long shot.

Jonathan left the two to their enjoyment. If his own meat spear wasn't going to be worked he might as well work his metal one.