Emperor Night (NTR)

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Lily burst into Jonathan's chambers without knocking, wings fluttering so hard they blurred into iridescent smears.

"This is bullshit!" Her translucent robes did nothing to hide the angry flush creeping up her neck. "I didn't sign up to be your fucking camp counsellor!"

Jonathan looked up from the Dread Tower's ledgers, quill poised over parchment. "Good evening to you too, Tinkerbell. What's Painsley done now? Accidentally fucked a mimic chest again?"

"Don't even start!" She jabbed a finger at his face, the motion making her barely-there sleeves slip down pale shoulders. "Miss 'Oops I Tripped On Another Minotaur Cock' is turning the laboratory into a monster sex dungeon. Saikhi keeps asking me to explain human mating rituals like I'm some kind of interspecies Kama Sutra! And don't get me started on Talitha's new endurance training 'exercise'!" Her chest heaved, nipples pebbling against sheer fabric. Jonathan's gaze lingered a heartbeat too long.

"I guess you are not used to it yet?" Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean this place is pretty horny-on-main, it's not like your see-through getup is helping keep people's libidos in check."

"This was my uniform, asshole! Isekguy Studios issued this!" She stomped closer, the scent of jasmine and rage thickening the air. "And another thing - why does every fucking meeting end with someone getting railed over the war table? I found teeth marks in the oak yesterday! Actual. Teeth. Marks."

Jonathan's lips twitched trying not to smile. "We're stress-testing the furniture. Important leadership stuff." His hand almost brushed against Lily as he raised it up defensively. Lily recoiled like she was almost burned.

"Oh no you don't! I know about your little... your..." Her throat worked, the angry flush deepening to crimson. "Your sex magic bullshit! I'm not becoming one of your brainless fuck puppets! Once was already too much."

"First of all, ouch." Jonathan stood slowly, the hem of his cloak whispering across flagstones. "Second, if I wanted you I wouldn't need to touch you." He stepped into her space, heat radiating off his body. Jonathan surprised himself with his boldness. It was unlike him. Maybe the power was starting to get to his head, he made a mental note to try and keep himself in check.

Lily's wings smacked the wall as she backpedalled. "Y-you think this is funny? I was supposed to be a tutorial guide! A disembodied voice! Not... not..." Her gaze dropped to his mouth. "...not trapped in this... this hormone circus..."

Jonathan held up his hands. "Okay, real talk - you want me to actually do something about this, or are we just doing our weekly hate-fuck foreplay where you yell and I make dick jokes?"

"Fuck you! This isn't--"

"Because I can literally smell your adrenaline spike from here," he continued, leaning back against the desk. "Your pupils are dilated, your breathing's gone shallow, and if I squint I can see your fucking heartbeat through those non-existent clothes. So which is it? You want Lord Nightmare to lay down some fucking decorum edicts?" His smirk faltered. "Or are you just... I dunno. Homesick?"

The fairy froze. A strand of blue hair stuck to her lip where she'd been panting.

"Don't." Her voice cracked. "Don't you fucking psychoanalyse me, isekai trash."

"Look, the fucking Lord Nightmare gig? Not exactly covered in Economics 101. Yesterday I had to mediate an argument between a brute and forrin stablehand about whether cum counts as fertilizer. Last week Painsley tried to 'thank' me by suggesting I have my cock changed into a-"

"I'm working on it."

The sudden quiet made his ears ring. Lily's translucent robes shimmered as she hugged herself.

"Getting home. Back to... to server rooms and Starbucks and not having to worry about fucking tentacled cocks ruining my morning." Her laugh sounded like broken glass. "Turns out Isekguy's 'safety protocols' were written by some horny intern. The return portal code? It's... corrupted. Glitched. Like someone replaced all the exit commands with poorly rendered hentai."

Jonathan's throat went dry. "How corrupted?"

Lily met his gaze for the first time without fury. "Remember when you 'accidentally' caused all the Sentinels to run a train on Talitha?"

"Oh god."

"Yeah. That kind of corrupted." Her wings drooped. "I've been splicing together some magical scroll fragments Fade had locked away. Best case? We get a one-way message out. Maybe... maybe a three-second voice clip. If we able to generate enough power, and pray to whatever porn-addicted god runs this shit."

Jonathan dropped his quill. "Damn, you should have told me you were working on this, I could of helped."

"Helped? This is not something you can fix by fucking it. Wake up, Jonn! We're stuck here! Permanently! In the worst fucked-up hentai game I can think of!"

Jonathan reached out instinctively to comfort Lily, then remembered his power and fist-bumped the wall instead. "Cool. Cool cool cool. So we're looking at indefinite harem management and near death experiences?"

"Yeah. Pretty much."

The silence stretched.

"Hey Lily?"

"What?"

"Thanks. For... you know. Trying." 

Lily's wings twitched. The angry lines around her mouth softened as she flopped onto Jonathan's bed onto the black satin sheets. "Remember when you told that merchant you were from Gotham?"

"Jonathan snorted, perching on the edge of his desk. "Hey, I had to think of something fast. I had just finished a batman marathon before being transported here." He paused. "Wait, how'd you know about that? I never told you."

"Tutorial fairy remember? I technically saw everything you did but I couldn't let you know that." She fluttered her eyelashes, the motion exaggerated enough to be mocking. "I heard *everything*. Like how you made Yianna moan 'puddin' during that... clown incident."

"Fuck!" Jonathan's ears turned crimson. "That was one time! I was in a particularly unhinged state."

Lily's laugh rang out like shattering icicles. "You fucked a forty-year-old woman imagining her as Harley Quinn while whispering 'we live in a society'! That's not just unhinged, that's a cry for help!"

"Fuck, I really am turning into a isekai harem protagonist, aren't I?" Jonathan slumped.

Lily's smirk softened. She floated over to poke his chest. "Relax, edge lord. Your secret's safe." Her finger lingered a heartbeat too long. "Not that anyone besides Painsley would understand the references. Though maybe lay off the DC references before you accidentally turn yourself into the Joker." The two nervously laughed together.

Jonathan leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "You know, I never properly thanked you for everything. Back when we were running from the Empire, I would've been dead ten times over without you."

Lily's wings stilled, her usual snark fading. "I was just doing my job. Tutorial fairy and all that."

"Bullshit. Your 'job' was giving generic quest markers and explaining how to open the inventory. Not..." He gestured vaguely. "Not saving my ass from Inquisitors. Not helping me figure out my powers. Not sticking around after getting pulled out of the guidebook."

A gentle smile tugged at Lily's lips. "Well, someone had to keep you from getting yourself killed." She floated closer, her voice softening. "I'm... I'm glad I could help."

Jonathan's gaze drifted downward. Moonlight through the arched windows made Lily's translucent robes glow like frosted glass. Her body was an amazing sight.

"You're doing that thing again." she said, voice suddenly tight. "The creepy staring thing. Stop it before I-"

Jonathan looked back up at Lily's eyes. Those robes really are practically nothing, does she like to show off like this to get all the guys drooling over her tits. The thought slithered through Jonathan's mind before he could stop it.

Lily's wings spasmed. Her breath hitched. "Oh you fuckstick, you didn't just." Her knees buckled. Jonathan caught her by the waist, her back arching as she fell against him. "Jonathan!" Her scream came out a moan. Her fingers clawed at his cloak. "You... you complete... ah!... complete asshole!"

Her pussy clenched around nothing, juices trickling down her thighs. The translucent fabric turned opaque where it clung to her dripping slit. Jonathan's cock strained against his pants as Lily ground against his thigh.

"This isn't... I'm not..." Lily's teeth sank into his shoulder as her hips jerked. "Fuck you! Fuck your... your stupid dick magic!"

Her hand plunged into his trousers. Jonathan gasped as cold fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock. "Lily, wait-"

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up!" She turned him around and shoved him onto the bed, robes peeling away from her. Her pussy glistened and parted. "If I have to be your fucking... your fucking fleshlight, you're at least gonna work for-"

Jonathan's hips snapped upward. Lily's scream echoed off the vaulted ceiling as he sheathed himself to the hilt in one thrust. Her walls pulsed around him.

"Y-you bastard!" She raked lines across his chest, riding him with violent desperation. "I hate... oh fuck!... hate you so much!"

Jonathan gripped her hips, watching her small breasts bounce. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every downward slam. "Could've fooled me."@@novelbin@@

"Go... go die!" She came with a shriek, juices gushing over his balls. "In a... ah! Ah!... in a fire! Fuck! Fuuuck!"

Her wings collapsed against her back as she spasmed. Jonathan flipped them over, pinning her wrists above her head. Lily's sneer twisted into a lewd grin as he pounded into her.

"J-Jonn! Wait! I didn't... oh god… didn't say you could-"

He swallowed her protests with a kiss. Lily's legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his back. Her pussy massaged his cock in rhythmic waves, milking him as she came again.

"Not... not enjoying this!" She gasped against his lips. "You're... you're terrible! Worst lay... ah!... worst lay ever!"

Jonathan's balls tightened. Lily's eyes widened as warm cum flooded her womb. Her back arched off the bed, a silent scream parting her lips as the orgasm ripped through her.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap. Lily's wings twitched against the rumpled sheets.

"Fuck you," she panted, tracing the bite marks on his shoulder. "Fuck your magic. Fuck your... your stupid face."

Jonathan nuzzled her neck, still buried inside her quivering pussy. "Love you too, Tink."

Her laugh came out shaky. "Asshole."