Emperor Night (NTR)

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Garth watched as Myst's chest rose and fell with slow, steady breaths. The sleeping draught he'd slipped into her meal had worked perfectly. She lay sprawled across his bed at the Lazy Cren Inn, clad only in her black underwear.

He waited another few minutes to be certain she was fully under. When she didn't stir at his movements, he carefully sat on the edge of the bed. His rough hands trembled slightly as he reached out to touch her soft skin.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered to himself, running his palm along her flat stomach. Her skin was impossibly smooth under his calloused fingers. He traced the purple tattoo just above her panty line, fascinated by how it seemed to shimmer.

His touch grew bolder. He cupped one of her breasts through her bra, squeezing gently. Even through the fabric, he could feel her nipple harden against his palm. Myst let out a quiet sigh in her drugged sleep but didn't wake.

Garth's cock strained against his trousers as he continued exploring her body. His fingers trailed down her sides, across her thighs, everywhere he could reach without disturbing her too much. But when she shifted slightly in her sleep, he quickly withdrew his hands. He couldn't risk her waking up - not yet, anyway.

With great reluctance, he pulled away from the bed. His pants were uncomfortably tight, but he'd have to deal with that himself. There would be time for more later.

When morning came, Myst stretched languidly in the soft bed. She felt incredibly well-rested, like she'd slept for days instead of hours.

"I haven't slept that deeply in ages," she mumbled, still groggy but refreshed. "Must have been more tired than I thought."@@novelbin@@

Garth chuckled from his seat by the window. "Already lunch time, actually. You slept right through the morning."

Myst sat up quickly, her head spinning a bit from the sudden movement. "What? That long?"

"Must have needed it." He shifted in his chair, watching her. "Listen, while you were out, I heard about a job that might interest you. Local pub's looking for a waitress."

"I appreciate the thought, but I don't really have time for that." Myst ran her fingers through her messy hair and put on the dress that Garth had given her. "I need to find my brother."

"You're brother?" Garth leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I can help you track him down, but we're going to need funds to make any real progress. Adearath's a big place. Information costs crowns, travel costs crowns. Everything worthwhile costs crowns."

Myst chewed her lower lip, considering his words. The dress felt strange against her skin - so different from her usual clothes back home. But she wasn't home anymore, and maybe Garth had a point.

"I suppose you're right," she sighed. "Jonathan will have to wait until I can actually afford to look for him properly."

Garth's eyes narrowed slightly at the name. Jonathan. It was so close to Jonn, that bastard sorcerer who'd slipped through his fingers. And now here was this girl with the same raven-black hair... But no, it couldn't be. The odds were astronomical. Even if it was, it didn't change what needed to be done.

"Smart choice," he said, keeping his voice casual. "The pub's just down the street. We can head there now if you'd like."

Myst followed Garth through the bustling streets of Cliffside until they reached a building with a painted sign of a scantily-clad faen woman lounging on a crescent moon. The establishment's name, "Feisty Faen" was written in flowing purple script beneath.

Her steps faltered. "Wait, this isn't a pub."

"No, it's better." Garth placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her forward. "Much better money than some dive bar."

Inside, the afternoon light filtered through stained glass windows, casting colourful shadows across plush velvet booths. A circular stage dominated the centre of the room, complete with a brass pole that extended to the ceiling. Though the club was closed, a few dancers were practicing their routines.

Myst's cheeks burned as she watched a pointed-eared woman in pasties and a g-string spin gracefully around the pole. "I can't work here." she whispered harshly. "This is a strip club!"

"Listen." Garth's voice was low and reasonable, "You won't have to dance. They just need servers, good ones who can handle themselves around rowdy customers. The pay is triple what you'd make at a regular tavern, plus tips."

A curvaceous human woman in a corset approached them, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. "Captain Garth, what brings you by so early?"

"Madame Rose." he nodded respectfully. "Got someone interested in serving work."

Rose's painted lips curved into a smile as she assessed Myst. "We do need more servers. The dancers bring them in, but the servers keep them spending."

"I... I don't know about this." Myst stammered.

"The uniform's modest enough," Rose assured her, gesturing to a server walking past in a short black dress. "Just serve drinks and food, maybe chat with the customers a bit. That's all."

Garth leaned close to Myst's ear. "One night here equals a week's pay elsewhere. Think how much faster you could save up."

Myst bit her lip, watching the server deftly balance a tray of drinks. The dress was revealing but no worse than what she was already wearing. And the money would help her find Jonathan faster...

"Just serving?" she asked Rose. "Nothing else?"

"Nothing you don't want to do, dear." Rose's smile widened. "Though with your looks, you could make a fortune on stage."

"No, just serving." Myst said firmly. "When can I start?"

"Tonight, if you'd like. We're always busy on market days."

Garth squeezed Myst's shoulder. "Smart choice. I'll come check on you later, make sure you're settling in."

As Rose led her away to fill out paperwork, Myst tried to ignore the knot of anxiety in her stomach. It was just a job, she told herself. Just a way to earn money quickly. What could possibly go wrong?

Garth settled into the plush leather seat of the private viewing booth. The elevated position gave him a perfect view of the entire club floor through the one-way glass. He watched as Rose's assistant showed Myst around, pointing out the bar, kitchen, and private rooms.

The door clicked open behind him. Rose's perfume preceded her as she glided into the booth, two glasses of wine in hand.

"Quite the find you've brought us." she smiled, passing him a glass before taking the seat beside him. "Where did you discover such a delectable morsel?"

Garth took a long sip. "Just my good fortune. She practically fell into my lap."

They watched as Myst bent over to pick up a dropped napkin, her dress riding up to show a tantalizing glimpse of her black panties.

"Mmm, and what a tight little body." Rose's tongue darted across her painted lips. "Are you sure we can't convince her to dance? The customers would go wild for that innocent act."

"All in good time." Garth's cock stirred as he remembered how soft Myst's skin had felt under his hands. "Let's not spook her just yet. Though I wouldn't mind a private show myself once she's more... settled in."

Rose laughed, a rich throaty sound. "You dirty old man. Don't worry, I know exactly how to break in the fresh meat."

"As long as I get to watch," Garth laughed, draining his wine. "And speaking of watching..."

He settled back in the booth waited there as the club began filling up for the evening shift. The lights dimmed, music started playing, and the first dancers took to the stage. But Garth's eyes stayed fixed on Myst as she navigated between tables in her new uniform.

She was a natural, he had to admit. Despite her obvious discomfort, she managed to keep the drinks flowing and the customers happy. When the first wandering hand landed on her ass, she jumped but maintained her composure, even managing a strained smile.

"Just part of the job, dear." Rose cooed, appearing at Myst's side after the third grope of the night. "The more you act bothered, the more they'll do it. Laugh it off, maybe a playful slap on the wrist if they get too grabby. But remember - happy customers tip well."

Myst nodded, squaring her shoulders before heading back out onto the floor. Her face burned each time rough hands found their way to her body, but she kept Rose's advice in mind. A giggle here, a gentle rebuke there. By the end of her shift, her tip jar was overflowing with bits.

Garth watched it all from his private perch, his pants growing tighter with each passing hour. The way she squirmed under unwanted touches, how she forced herself to smile through her discomfort - it was intoxicating. And this was only the beginning.

"She's doing well." Rose commented, re-joining him in the booth. "Give her a few days and she'll be ready for... additional duties."

Garth's grin widened as he watched Myst dodge another groping attempt. "I can hardly wait."

The night air was cool against Myst's flushed skin as she left the Feisty Faen. Garth was waiting outside, leaning against the wall.

Myst jingled the pouch at her hip. "I made more tonight than I thought, if my understanding of your money is right. The customers were very generous."

"Quite a first night." he said, falling into step beside her. "At this rate, we could start looking for your brother in a week or two." Garth guided her through the quiet streets. "Just need enough to grease the right palms, buy some forrins."

Back at the Lazy Cren Inn, Garth ordered a late supper sent up. The serving girl brought bread, cheese, and two bowls of steaming stew. Myst fell upon the food ravenously, she hadn't realized how hungry she was after hours of running drinks. Between bites, she told Garth about her night: the customers, the dancers, even managing to laugh about some of the groping attempts now that it was over.

Her words began to slur slightly as she finished her stew. "I'm more tired than I thought..."

"Get some rest." Garth said softly. "You earned it."

Myst barely made it to the bed before collapsing. Within minutes, her breathing had deepened into the slow rhythm of drug-induced sleep.

Garth waited until he was certain she wouldn't wake. His cock was already hard as he approached the bed. He freed himself from his trousers, stroking slowly as he watched her chest rise and fall.

"Such a pretty thing." he growled, moving closer. His free hand roamed over her body while he pumped his shaft. He traced his cock head across her parted lips, imagining how they would feel wrapped around him. He gently pat his tip against her soft cheek as he rubbed between Myst's thighs, over her panties.

The pressure built quickly. With a grunt, he aimed his release at her exposed cleavage. Thick ropes of cum splashed across her breasts.

But before he could reach for a cloth to clean her, something impossible happened. The cum began to sink into her skin, absorbed like water into sand. Within seconds, every drop had vanished.

Garth stared in shock. "What the fuck?"

His mind raced with implications. The purple tattoo, the strange absorption, it had to be sorcery. But what kind of power was this?

He tucked himself away, watching her sleep with new eyes.