Emperor Night (NTR)

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Garth couldn't believe his luck. Every night for the past week, he'd been able to play with Myst's unconscious body thanks to the sleeping draft he'd been slipping into her evening tea. The sight of her lying there in just her black underwear never failed to get his cock rock hard.

Tonight was no different. He watched her chest rise and fall with slow, steady breaths as he stroked himself. Her soft skin practically begged to be touched. He'd been careful not to wake her, starting with gentle caresses of her breasts through her bra, then working his way down to her flat stomach.

"Such a perfect little slut in training." he whispered, his cock throbbing as he remembered how her body had started responding to his touches over the past few nights. Even unconscious, her nipples would harden when he played with them.

He'd cum on different parts of her body each night – her stomach, her tits, her face, her ass – watching in amazement as her skin absorbed his seed, as her sorcerer's mark glowed. The urge to just fuck her properly grew stronger each time, but he knew he had to be patient. The corruption had to happen gradually or else he might scare Myst away, and he wanted to make Myst his long-term fuck toy.

During the days, he kept tabs on her work at the Feisty Faen. Madame Rose was doing her part perfectly, letting Myst see just how much the dancers made compared to servers. The girl was obviously struggling with money he could see it in her eyes when she counted her tips at the end of each shift.

"Soon." he growled, stroking faster as he fondled one of her breasts. "Soon you'll be begging for cock."

His balls tightened as he watched her face. Even unconscious, she was beautiful. He aimed his cock at her stomach, right above her sorcerer's mark, and let out a grunt as he came. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her skin, and he watched in fascination as the purple tattoo glowed brighter, absorbing his seed.

The next morning, he listened from his usual corner table as Madame Rose made her pitch again.

"Darling, you could make five times what you're making as a server." Rose said, adjusting Myst's already revealing uniform. "The men already stare at you anyway. Might as well get paid properly for it."

"I... I don't know," Myst replied, but Garth could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She was weakening.

"Just think about it." Rose smiled. "No pressure."

Three days later, Garth was nursing an ale when Myst approached Madame Rose during a quiet afternoon shift. He pretended to be absorbed in his drink.

"About the dancing..." Myst said quietly. "I've been thinking. Maybe... maybe I could try it? Just once?"

Rose's face lit up. "Of course, darling! We can start you with something simple. Just a little striptease to test the waters."

Garth hid his smile behind his mug. Everything was going according to plan.

The next evening, Myst stood backstage, fidgeting with the straps of her new outfit a shimmering green two-piece. Her heart pounded against her ribs as the current dancer finished her set.

"Remember what I taught you." Rose whispered, adjusting Myst's top. "Start slow, tease them. They're already eager for you."

Garth settled into the VIP booth, grateful for the one-way mirror that let him watch without being seen. His cock was already hard just thinking about what was coming. The band changed the music, a slow sultry beat filling the club.

Myst stepped onto the stage, her movements hesitant at first. The crowd immediately erupted in cheers and whistles. She gripped the pole, circling it like Rose had shown her, letting her hips sway to the rhythm.

"Take it off, sweetheart!" someone shouted.

Her fingers trembled as she worked the clasps of her top. The fabric fell away, revealing her black bra underneath. More bits appeared on the stage. The sight of money seemed to embolden her. She moved more confidently now, running her hands over her body as she danced.

By the time she was down to just her underwear, the stage was littered with bits. Her sorcerer's mark peeked out just above her panty line, drawing even more attention. Garth watched her scoop up her earnings afterward, her eyes wide at the amount.

Over the next few days, Myst's dancing improved dramatically. She learned to work the crowd, to tease them just right. The money kept flowing, and Garth noticed how she counted it obsessively after each shift.

One evening, she cornered him at his usual table, still flushed from her performance.

"Look at this!" She spread out her earnings. "We must have enough for the expedition now, right? To find Jonathan?"

Garth made a show of counting the money, then shook his head. "Not quite enough for supplies, forrin, and hired protection." He leaned back, taking a long drink. "Though... I might have some savings we could use to make up the difference."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up. "That would be perfect!"

Garth sighed, tracing the rim of his mug with one thick finger. "There is... one condition." His voice cracked slightly. "It's embarrassing to even bring up."

Myst leaned forward, her face earnest. "What is it? After everything you've done for me, I'm sure we can work something out."

"It's been so long since..." He stared into his drink. "Since my wife Lara passed. Haven't been with anyone since then."

"Oh." Myst's cheeks flushed. "I'm so sorry about your wife."

"Five years now." He wiped at his eyes. "Just... sometimes the loneliness gets to be too much, you know? Been watching you dance, and..." He shook his head. "Never mind. It's not right to ask."

Myst fidgeted with her costume, still damp with sweat from her performance. "What exactly are you asking for?"

"Just... your mouth." His voice was barely a whisper. "Help an old man feel something again. Been so long since anyone's touched me."

She bit her lip, conflicted. Garth had given her a place to stay, helped her find work...

"I have solid information about your brother." Garth added softly. "If we move quickly, we could reach him within the week. But I understand if you're not comfortable. We can forget I said anything."

Myst's heart raced. A week, she could find Jonathan in just a week. But was she really willing to. Her eyes darted to the bulge in Garth's trousers, then away again. It was just a blowjob. She'd seen the other girls do much more in the private rooms. And Garth had been nothing but kind to her.

"I..." She swallowed hard. "If you're sure about Jonathan's location..."

Garth reached across the table, taking her hand in his. His palm was rough and warm. "I wouldn't lie to you about that. You've become... special to me."

The apparent sincerity in his voice made her decision easier. Just once, she told herself. Just to help someone who'd helped her. Just to find her brother.

"Okay." She whispered. "But... not here."

Garth squeezed her hand gently. "My room. Whenever you're ready." His voice was thick with emotion. "Thank you, Myst. You don't know what this means to me."

She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. As she stood to leave, she didn't notice the predatory smile that crossed his face, or how quickly he wiped away his fake tears.

Myst's heart hammered in her chest as she followed Garth into his room at the Lazy Cren. The familiar space felt different now, charged with nervous energy. She'd slept here for almost three weeks, but tonight was different.

"We can take it slow." Garth said, settling onto the edge of his bed. His voice was gentle, but she could see the bulge straining against his trousers. "No need to rush."

She nodded, kneeling between his spread legs. Her hands shook as she reached for his belt. The leather was warm from his body, and the buckle clinked softly as she worked it open.

"I've... never done this before." she admitted, cheeks burning.

Garth ran his fingers through her hair, the touch surprisingly tender. "Just use your tongue at first. Get used to the feel of it." He guided her head forward as his cock sprang free. "Watch the teeth."

The musky scent of him filled her nostrils as she leaned in. She darted her tongue out experimentally, tasting the salty skin. Above her, Garth let out a low groan.

"That's it," he encouraged. "Now take the tip in your mouth. Nice and slow."

Her lips parted, stretching around his girth. He was bigger than she'd expected, thick and hot against her tongue. She tried to remember what she'd overheard the other girls at the Feisty Faen talking about.

"Fuck yes." Garth growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "Use your hand on the base. Work it like you're milking something."

She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she took him deeper.

"Such a natural." he praised. "Your brother should be proud of how far you'll go to find him."

The reminder of why she was doing this made her falter, but Garth's grip kept her in place. His hips started to thrust slightly, pushing more of his length into her mouth.

"Relax your throat." he instructed. "Let me in deeper."

She tried to comply, fighting her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat. Tears pricked at her eyes, but she didn't pull away.

"Such a good girl." Garth panted.

His words made her whole body flush with shame and something else she didn't want to name. Her thighs pressed together, seeking friction she shouldn't want. She focused on the mechanics of it, the slide of her lips, the twist of her wrist, the flutter of her tongue.

Above her, Garth's breathing grew ragged. His praise devolved into grunts and growls as she found a rhythm that worked. Her jaw ached, but she didn't stop. She could do this. She had to do this. For Jonathan.

"Gonna cum," Garth growled, his grip tightening in her hair. "Try to swallow it all."

Myst braced herself, remembering the conversations she'd overheard in the dressing room at the Feisty Faen on how 'spitters were quitters'. His cock pulsed against her tongue, and then hot spurts filled her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, fighting down her initial urge to pull away. Some of his seed escaped, trickling down her chin, but she managed to take most of it. She didn't notice that the cum on her chin was quickly absorbed.

When Garth finally released her hair, she sat back on her heels, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her throat felt raw, but otherwise...

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." she admitted, surprised by her own words.

Garth tucked himself away, a satisfied smile on his face. "You did well for your first time."

Myst found herself blushing at the praise. If someone had told her a few weeks ago that she'd be kneeling in a man's bedroom, letting him- Her mind shied away from the details. Her upbringing had been so sheltered, their parents had practically locked her and Jonathan in a bubble. No dating, no parties, just studies and carefully monitored activities.

Now here she was, stripping in a club and... She touched her lips, still slightly swollen. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, salty and bitter. What would her mother think? But then, her mother wasn't here. No one from her old life was here except maybe Jonathan, and finding him was worth stepping outside her comfort zone.

"I'll need a day or two to get everything organized." Garth said, breaking into her thoughts.

Myst nodded, rising to her feet. Her knees protested after kneeling so long on the hard floor. "And then we go find my brother?"

"Then we go find your brother." Garth confirmed. He reached out, catching her hand. "You're a brave girl, Myst. Taking on so much to help your kin. Most people wouldn't have the strength."

She squeezed his hand, grateful for the understanding. "Thank you. For everything. I don't know what I would have done without your help."

"Get some rest." he said, releasing her. "We've got busy days ahead of us."

As Myst headed for the bed, she felt lighter somehow. Like she'd crossed some invisible threshold. Maybe this world was changing her, but maybe that wasn't entirely a bad thing. She was surviving, adapting, doing what needed to be done. No, it wasn't just that, she had felt physically stronger too. It was strange. She felt like she could fight the whole world if she needed to.

She curled up under her blanket, listening to Garth's movements as he prepared for bed. In just a few days, she'd see her brother again.