Emperor Night (NTR)

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Captain Garth, his gut protruding over his worn-out leather belt, sighed heavily as he sat in his tent, the flap closed to the outside world. His men had grown restless of late, their usual diversion, warm holes to fill, had come to an abrupt halt. The ashborn slut, Saikhi, had managed to slip through their fingers like sand, leaving behind nothing but a lingering scent of her arousal and the memory of her tight, willing body. The camp had grown quiet.

Garth's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, heavy and purposeful. He looked up just as the tent flap was thrust aside. It was Lieutenant Sten, fresh out of breath.

"Captain Garth!" Sten barked, snapping to attention. "The Brute Legion has arrived, sir! They're here with a force larger than anything we've seen before. At their head is Inquisitor Aurra."

Garth's eyebrows raised at the mention of Aurra's name. The woman was a legend within the Empire, a former Grand Inquisitor who had been reduced to a breeding slave due to her treacherous protection of rogue sorcerers. Now she was commanding the very beasts that had once used her. She was a symbol of resilience and strength, and if rumours were true, a very busy and desirable woman.

With a grunt of effort, Garth heaved himself to his feet, his aging muscles protesting the sudden movement. He stepped out into the harsh light of day, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of the approaching legion.

The ground trembled beneath the weight of their advance, the air filled with the sound of heavy boots striking the ground. At the head of the massive force rode Aurra, her back straight and her head held high. Her red and black armour gleamed in the sunlight, and could barely contain her ample figure. Her forrin was fully barded in matching armour.

Garth couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the blue-haired beauty. He hoped that she was more amicable than Zigarete had been. Maybe if he was lucky he could get a taste of her. She was, at the very least, experienced.

As the Brute Legion came to a halt, Aurra dismounted from her forrin, her movements fluid and graceful. She surveyed the camp with a critical eye before her gaze landed on Garth. A small, knowing smile played upon her lips as she approached him, her hips swaying with each step.

"Captain Garth," Aurra greeted him, her voice as smooth as silk. "I hear you and your men have been in need of some morale boosting activities."

Garth swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "And what might those be, Inquisitor Aurra?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I think it's time we reminded your men about the benefits of serving the Empire," Aurra said, her voice carrying a note of command that brooked no argument. "And I believe you and I can come to an agreement that will benefit us both."

Garth's heart pounded in his chest as he considered her words. He had always been a man who put his own needs above those of others, and with Aurra's arrival, it seemed he might just get what he so desperately craved. The prospect of once again indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, especially with a woman as formidable as Aurra, was almost too much to bear.

Aurra, with a confident stride, walked through the sea of men, her armour clinking softly with each step. Her eyes scanned the faces of the men, meeting the hungry, desperate glances with an air of unspoken promise.

"Men! The Brute Legion and I have come bring you respite," her voice, clear and regal, rang out amongst the ragged tents and cooking fires. As one, the Imperial soldiers assembled, standing at attention like iron-clad stones. "While we fight for the cause of our great Empire in these lands, we soldiers have certain appetites that need sating."

A murmuring wave swept through the rank and file, a wordless desire that seemed as tangible as the grit beneath their boots on the packed earth.

Aurra's voice echoed throughout the camp, silencing the murmurs and whispers of the men. "As a token of goodwill and to boost the morale of our tireless soldiers, I, Inquisitor Aurra, have brought with us a bevy of the Brute Legion's finest pleasure slaves, each one eager to attend to your desires. They are yours to claim as you see fit." The announcement was met with appreciative cheers and applause, the pent-up tension of the recent days finally finding a release valve.

Behind her, a formation of heavily muscled soldiers marched forward, guiding a group of near-naked pleasure slaves into the camp. Each slave wore a simple harness of black leather, their bodies groomed and oiled for the pleasure of the soldiers. Their expressions varied from fearful apprehension to brazen invitation, each one bearing the mark of their purpose on their ass: an intricate, tattoo that signified them as property of the Empire.

As the men took in the sight of the pleasure slaves, Aurra continued. "But that is not all, loyal soldiers." She paused for a moment, letting the anticipation build. "I believe in rewarding dedication and valour. So, I have decided to personally reward some of you through a lottery, the winner of which will have the privilege of indulging in my less official duties." A rowdy cheer erupted from the men, excitement and lust thickening in the air.

The Brute Legion soldiers began to circulate amongst the Imperial soldiers, distributing small wooden tiles for the lottery, each one marked with an identifying symbol. Garth watched as his men jostled for position, eager to claim a tile and their chance at carnal bliss with Aurra. Even some of the Brute Legion soldiers seemed to hold her in high regard, stealing glances at their commanding officer with respect and a hint of hunger.

Sten approached Garth, handing him a wooden tile. "Quite a generous offer, isn't it, sir?" he asked, his gaze lingering on the retreating form of Aurra as she oversaw the distribution of the lottery tiles.

"Indeed," Garth replied, his own attention divided between the pleading eyes of the pleasure slaves and the tantalizing promise of Aurra. "The men certainly could use the distraction, and it seems our gracious Inquisitor has provided just the thing. I could get used to having her around."

Garth watched as one by one, his soldiers eagerly claimed the Brute Legion pleasure slaves, their faces lighting up with unabashed pleasure as they were led away to private tents and secluded corners. The camp had transformed in the span of mere moments: from a place of regimented discipline to an almost carnivalesque atmosphere of lust-fuelled celebration.

As the lottery selections began, the flicker of hope that the night might hold something memorable for Captain Garth stirred within him, his hand closing around the lottery tile.

The lottery drawing was quite the spectacle each soldier's anticipation palpable as their hands gripped their wooden tiles with desperate hope. The air was thick with tension. Then, in a sudden flurry of activity, the first winner was drawn: Captain Garth was to be the first one to indulge in the pleasures promised by Inquisitor Aurra.

A cheer erupted from the gathered soldiers, a mixture of genuine excitement for their captain and a not-so-subtle envy at the fortune that had befallen him. Garth felt a surge of adrenaline as he made his way through the crowd, their congratulatory slaps and lewd jokes washing over him like a tide.

Aurra welcomed Garth into her rapidly assembled yet luxurious campaign tent, an oasis of comfort amidst the stark martial surroundings. Silken drapes sectioned off areas of repose and strategy, while cushions and furs were strewn about invitingly. Garth's eyes, however, were drawn not to the opulence of his surroundings, but to the woman who stood before him with an air of command and an undertone of sensuality that was impossible to ignore.

"Welcome, Captain," Aurra smirked, her voice a sultry melody that seemed to resonate with the very core of Garth's being. She moved with a mature grace, her armour clinking softly with each step she took towards him. "I trust you are pleased with the outcome of our little lottery?"

Garth swallowed hard, his gaze raking over Aurra's form. "I... yes, very pleased," he stammered, the gravitas of his usual demeanour momentarily forgotten in the face of her allure.

Aurra's stepped closer, her presence enveloping Garth like a warm embrace. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Captain," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The lottery was... how should I put it? Rigged. I needed to ensure that the first man to join me in this tent would be someone of influence and respect amongst the troops. A crucial team-building exercise, if you will."

Garth's eyes widened in surprise at her admission, but any indignation he might have felt was quickly supplanted by a growing sense of arousal. He was a man who appreciated power and control, and the fact that Aurra had manipulated the situation to her advantage only heightened his desire for her.

"Now, Captain," Aurra continued, her hands deftly unbuckling the straps of her armour, "let us put on a show for your men. They deserve to know that their captain is being well taken care of, don't you think?"

As the last piece of her armour clattered to the ground, Aurra stood before Garth in all her glory, her full breasts rising with each breath, her nipples already pert with arousal. She was a vision of feminine power. Garth could hardly believe his luck.

Aurra stepped forward, pressing her body against Garth's. She could feel his erection straining against his trousers, and she smiled at the effect she had on him. With deft fingers, she undressed him, her hands exploring every inch of his body. Garth groaned with pleasure, his hands cupping her breasts as she ground her hips against his.

Aurra straddled Garth, her hips wrapped around his. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Remember, Captain, working together with me is much more pleasurable than working against me." With a powerful thrust, Aurra impaled herself on Garth's cock. The sounds of their passion quickly filled the tent, their moans and cries of pleasure no doubt audible to the men outside.

Garth was very much going to enjoy working "together" with Aurra.