Hey everyone, Arthur Kord here! I wanted to thank you for reading the first half of Emperor Night: A New World. Jonathan seems to be in a bit of trouble.
It was cool to see that I was offered a contract on WebNovel! However, my excitement was immediately lost as soon as saw that it was an exclusive contract in which all of my IP would be permanently and irrevocably owned by WebNovel for barely any money coming to me for my hard work. Almost an indentured servitude. I really wanted to continue writing on WebNovel but I like my IP and wouldn't want to lose it, especially because there are still many adventures in the world of Adearath left to be told.
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Preview of Part 2: Captured - Chapter 1: Queen
The night air chilled Garth's soul as he returned to his tent, lantern-light guiding his way. He was looking forward to getting some rest after a long night watch. Usually, he would have gotten one of his subordinates to cover for his shift, unfortunately things had changed after the incident at Sidim. Borris was sent home due to his injuries fighting the brutes, Lieutenant Sten couldn't be trusted to not think with his dick, and almost all of Garth's other men were either dead or wounded, not to mention the Tracker took off after burning most of Sidim down. Garth was very much looking forward to the reinforcements arriving. Tomorrow a fresh 50-man division along with half-a-dozen Legion brutes would be bolstering their beaten ranks.
Garth missed his comfortable post in Cliffside, he missed his warm feathered bed, he missed the long days of drinking, he missed taking advantage of desperate women. But most of all, he missed the safety. Back home, on a bad day, the most Garth had to deal with were pickpockets and tax-evaders. On this goddess-forsaken expedition, he has had to deal with sentient forests, magically altered brutes, and even a drakken. It reminded him of his youth, when he was just a simple soldier fighting to subjugate Adearath for the Empire. But the worst of it was having to deal with the self-righteous Zigarete. The Grand Inquisitor had dragged Garth from home, it was her fault he had gone through all this. For all her beauty, the Grand Inquisitor lacked any charisma.
"Hello Captain~" A sweet voice cooed to Garth as he entered his tent. Garth readied his polehammer as he waved his lantern in the direction of the voice.
"Who's there? Show yourself." Garth growled as he searched each corner of his abode.
"As you wish." The voice dripped with honey. Slowly, shapely figure materialised in front of Garth. It was a woman. Dark leather straps barely covered her glistening purple-tinted skin, cleavage on full display. A long forked purple tail gently swayed behind her which matched a pair of small curved purple wings that spread out from her shoulder blades. Garth focused on the woman's face. Curved horns, beaming eyes, she was surely a demon. But she was the most entrancing thing he had ever seen. Her long hair floated behind her as she approached the stunned Garth. "Like what you see?" she giggled as she placed her hand on Garth's chest.
"What do you want demon?" Garth swallowed as he found himself unconsciously lowering his weapon.
"Demon? Is that how you address your former queen? How mean."
"Former queen?" Garth studied the demon girl's face, it felt familiar. "Queen Marra?"
"That's me! You are Captain Garth, if I'm not mistaken. The last time I saw you, you had barely made Lieutenant."
"That's me..." Garth couldn't believe what he was seeing. There had been rumours about Queen Marra but it was widely believed that she had been killed by the Dread Sorcerer Fade. It was why Emperor Tarthis hated sorcerers so much... but this was different.
"I have had a few upgrades since I left Tarthis, do you like them?" Marra ran her hand down Garth's arm, his polehammer dropped to the floor as she guided his hand up the curves of her body. Gliding over her plump rear, past her hips, between her breasts, finally resting on one of her horns.
"I..." Garth couldn't find the words. Marra looked completely different to the sweet and regal queen he had remembered, but yet he knew it was still her.
"I heard your are on a little adventure to hunt down a sorcerer." Marra drew close and whispered into Garth's ear, "Is that true?".
Garth slowly and gradually nodded. Marra's scent was like freshly cut flowers.
"Tell me, is this sorcerer's power as interesting as the rumours claim?" Marra asked as she wrapped her tail around Garth's back. Her hand slipping down towards Garth's already full stiffened member.
"He can make people horny..." Garth managed to push the words out of his mouth. "By touch."
"So can I." Marra smirked as she wrapped her fingers around Garth's length and started to stroke it. Her movements were practiced, it is as if she had known exactly how stroke Garth's cock for peak ecstasy.
"Not... like that. It's sorcery, magical." Garth didn't have control over his words.
"Well, that's what my master was hoping." Marra giggled as he got down on her knees, with a quick flick she dropped Garth's pants, unleashing his rod from it's confines. She guided his cock towards her exposed cleavage which hungrily engulfed it's length. "You are doing so well Garth-y." Marra said as she pushed her breasts together and moved them along Garth's length. "Surely you must have thought of taking me whilst I was queen. So many men looked at me with lustful eyes. I'm afraid I would have been much less of a good fuck back then." Marra looked up at Garth, her eyes defeated any remaining resistance the Captain might have had.
Garth nodded again, the former queen had been a regular in his fantasy line-up. Marra leaned her head towards her breasts and opened wide, her tongue reached out and licked the tip of Garth's cock. Garth fought back cumming with every morsel of might he had left in his body. He didn't want this to end. Not yet.
"Is there anything else I should-" Marra slurped on the top of Garth's cock. "know?"
"Companions... two females, an ashborn, and a heldran... he also has the Spear of Narcese." Garth's legs were beginning to shake.
"Oh? Having trouble standing are we?" Marra guided Garth down onto his bedroll. Pulling aside the strap of leather that covered her pussy, she gracefully mounted Garth's cock. "Is that better?"
"Urgh." A solitary grunt was all Garth could manage.
Marra pushed down of Garth's chest and rocked her hips, sucking every inch of Garth's rod deep inside of her. A wicked and sultry grin of victory plastered her face. No man could resist her.
"One last question. Does he care for these companions?" Marra squeezed her legs around Garth's waist.
"Yes- yes. I think so." Garth replied. He had not truly known, but the fact that the sorcerer's companions had seemed willing to use their bodies to help him must have meant something.
"They are his weakness then." Marra laughed as she lifted herself off of Garth's cock. "I need you to feed me now." Marra crawled down and took his length into her mouth, as if on cue Garth released his seed into the former queen's mouth. Marra's eyes gleamed brighter as she swallowed him down. Garth's vision dimmed to black.
The following day, Garth awoke to the sounds of fifty sets of forrin feet rumbling through the camp, reinforcements had arrived. As he sat up, he felt a shooting pain across his whole body. Did he hurt himself when he returned from watch last night? He couldn't remember, come to think of it, he couldn't much of anything last night. He must be getting old.