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They left at first light. It wasn't nearly as awkward as Jonathan had anticipated. To his surprise, Saikhi was the one being apologetic. She explained that she had tried to wake up her master to ask him where the bathroom was. She disobeyed her master's direct orders. It was all her fault. Jonathan switched gears and reassured Saikhi that everything was alright. With a garbled explanation, he told Saikhi that he was a sorcerer and a pretty awful one at that. Jonathan didn't yet know how to fully control the power given to him. He decided not to go into the whole 'I'm from another world' thing for now. Explaining that would have just compounded the ever-growing confusion on his new companion's face. Instead, he rattled-off the same story he had told the clothing merchant yesterday. As far as anyone in this world was concerned, he was a traveller from Gotham, a place far beyond the Burning Sea. 'Maybe I could start calling myself The Batman.' Jonathan thought foolishly. 'I mean... I am the Night.' Saikhi had either bought the story or didn't feel like it was her place to object. Either way worked well for Jonathan.

They travelled through the streets of Cliffside for the better half of the day. The city rivalled the size of anything he had seen back home, the buildings seemed to sprawl on and on. Saikhi explained that Cliffside was the biggest trading port in the Adearathian Empire, which made it a veritable melting pot of different races and cultures, most of which Jonathan had never seen before. Due to all the valuable goods that passed through its gate, Cliffside also happened to be the city with the highest crime rate in all of the Empire. The city's vast quantity of wealth brought out the worst in its lower-class inhabitants, the higher-class ones too. The nobles here were about as corrupt as they came. There were a lot of places in Cliffside that had fallen into a state of disrepair due to rampant immorality. Funds intended for rebuilding and maintaining infrastructure usually found their way into the lining of some rich bastard's pockets. Despite that, the main streets and marketplace were pristine. "It is to keep up appearances. They have to make the Empire look good." Saikhi explained. The whole situation struck Jonathan as eerily familiar, some things never changed no matter where you were.

As the name suggested, Cliffside was situated at the bottom of a 400-foot-high cliff. That minor detail hadn't stopped the Empire from erecting a massive stone wall that stretched out along the cliff's edge. It gradually stepped down the cliffside to fully encircle the rest of the city. Getting out of this place was going to be rough. Any section of Cliffside that wasn't sealed off by walls was instead fronted by water. Very treacherous and well-patrolled water. It was a good thing that Jonathan had asked Saikhi for her advice on how to escape, otherwise he wouldn't have known that each of the vessels that entered and left Cliffside's docks were checked by the city guard. Every item, person, and package leaving Adearath must go through a thorough inspection and tedious registration process. This was to avoid fugitives fleeing the Empire, and tax evasion, but mostly the fugitive thing. Exiting by sea was completely out of the question. Considering that Jonathan didn't have any spider-like climbing abilities that he knew of, that only left one method of escape: straight out the front door.

The main gate of Cliffside was as heavily guarded as the surrounding waters, but regulations were much more relaxed. The Empire didn't care as much for goods coming or going as long as they were staying within the Empire's borders. Saikhi said that guards usually only asked three questions when leaving: Where are you going? Why are you going there? When do you expect to return? The city guards cared much more about people coming into Cliffside then they did the people going out. They didn't want contraband entering the city unless they got a piece of the action. Even if it was easier to leave, it didn't hurt to be safe, so Jonathan had planned out an elaborate cover story.

They would pose as a pair of wandering traders. Guided by Saikhi's knowledge, Jonathan spent the morning in the market purchasing a significant quantity of trinkets, spices, and other goods. They also made sure to purchase new, undamaged clothing to replace Saikhi's tattered robe. They settled on getting her an intricate bright blue dress with white lace. However, carrying all these items was going to be tough, especially for any extended length of time. Saikhi suggested that they buy a beast of burden called a cren. A cren looked kind of like the illegitimate offspring between a horse and an ox, albeit a bit shaggier and on the stouter side. By the end of their spending spree, Jonathan had blown through another four crowns. He had less than half of what Lily had originally given him, although he expected to make much of that back after selling his goods to people outside the city. If he did it right, he might even turn a profit. So far, everything was going smoothly. The guards had given them a scare or two as their patrols passed close by, but none of them had paid any real attention to the pair outside of one guard who lecherously stared at Saikhi's body.

After a few more hours blowing through more of their money, Jonathan and Saikhi, with their pack-cren in tow, stood in the long line of people shuffling towards the city's gate. One-by-one, people entered into the sealed-off customs tent beside the gate and then one-by-one the same people would emerge from that tent and exit through that open gate. Some people took longer than others but all of them seemed to have emerged thus far. That was promising. It took over an hour before Jonathan and Saikhi reached the front of the queue. By that time, the sun had already begun its descent from the afternoon sky.

"Next." A grizzled voice called out from the tent.

Jonathan and Saikhi entered the flimsily built tent, leaving their pack-cren outside to be unenthusiastically inspected by a pair of guards. Jonathan had made certain to keep his magic spear in the burlap sack on his back along with his other personal effects. It would be very bad for the pair if it was found, at least this way he might be able to talk, or more probably fight, his way out. A balding man, dressed in fine leather armour, sat at a wooden table at the back of the tent. He held a small page of parchment in his hand along with a worn-down ink quill. Flanking him were two well-armed guards, each with a sturdy polehammer.

"Name?" The balding man said bored and methodically, keeping his eye on the parchment in front of him.

"Jonn and Saikhi" Jonathan didn't see the need to lie. Those that were after him didn't know his name. Besides, it is much harder to spot a lie when it is surrounded by truth.

"Reason for departure?" the balding man continued, peering up at the pair. Jonathan noticed the man's gaze carefully inspecting Saikhi's curves.

"Heading up north to trade." Jonathan replied. The man nodded and looked back down at his parchment. Jonathan had the feeling that the man wasn't even listening to his answers. He was just mindlessly checking off the list in front of him. Robotically asking the questions he was required to. It reminded him of a telemarketing call he had gotten once.

"Length of departure?" The man droned on.

"Two seasons." This was the length of time Saikhi had advised Jonathan to say. It was short enough to avoid suspicion and long enough that they wouldn't ask further questions.

"Alright. That all seems to be in order. Please remove your clothes."

"Excuse me!?" Jonathan blurted out in surprise. Saikhi had talked Jonathan through the whole process of leaving the city and she never once mentioned that stripping down was a necessary step. Maybe she was actually mad at him about last night and this was her revenge.

"Yes, it's unusual, but by the order of the Inquisition we have to inspect each person's chest for a sorcerer's mark before letting them leave." The balding man looked back towards Saikhi and paid special attention to her breasts. "It takes some extra time, but I'm not complaining."

Jonathan began to silently panic. If he was required to take off his clothes, there is no way he could conceal the fact that he was a sorcerer. He found his hand slowly crawling towards the spear on his back.

"Sir." Saikhi spoke up. "Is there some way you could make an exception for my master? He is from across the Burning Sea and it is an affront to his gods to bare the skin of his chest to others." Jonathan was amazed by Saikhi's quick thinking.

"Ah, so she is bound to you?" The balding man asked Jonathan. "Lucky man." The balding guard grinned. "I am sure as the Captain of the Guard I can come to some sort of arrangement that would respect your gods. If you can make it worth my while." He devoured Saikhi with his eyes.

Jonathan knew exactly what the captain wanted, as did Saikhi. She looked over to Jonathan and nodded. "I will do anything to help and serve my master, no matter how hard or degrading." She said softly. Even if the task wasn't going to be hard for her, Jonathan definitely was. Offering herself so willingly to the captain had pushed another one of Jonathan's kink-buttons.

"Well how about that. Are you willing to let my men and I fully and repeatedly inspect your servant? You will be allowed to stay fully clothed of course."

"Yes." Jonathan replied a little too eagerly before reining himself in. "If... you must." He should at least try to seem reluctant.

The captain pushed out from his table and stood up, tossing his parchment and quill aside. "Let's get started then." He approached Saikhi and greedily groped her breasts. Saikhi unclasped her new dress and allowed it to fall to the ground around her. Her body gently quivered as the captain continued his lustful affections, exploring the curves of the ashborn's soft, red body just as he imagined himself doing. The two other men approached Saikhi, leaving their polehammers behind. They kept some distance, waiting for their turn and the captain's permission. The captain waved his men forward and they unbuckled their belts revealing their stiff members. Saikhi looked down and beheld the captain's cock. It was significantly thicker than any cock she had seen before. She looked over to Jonathan who seemed to her to be, at the very least, accepting of the situation. Saikhi was doing this to protect him, she had to push on.

"Let's find out if what they say about ashborns is true." The captain smirked as he rubbed his fingers between Saikhi's thighs and deep inside her. "Ah, your pussy is much warmer than the girls I've fucked before." Saikhi let out a squeak as the captain picked her up and laid her down over the back table. "Alright men, you know the drill, fill her holes, don't be too greedy." The captain spread Saikhi's legs apart and plunged his girth inside of her, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a grunt as he did. The captain's cock filled Saikhi's pussy and even began to stretch it out. She could feel herself tightening around him as the other men approached her mouth towards the other end of the table. Before long, Saikhi found herself taking turns sliding her mouth down the length of their cocks. She felt somewhat uncoordinated, not quite getting the hang of stroking one cock while sucking off the other. It didn't help that the captain was increasing his speed and depth with each expedition his cock took inside of her.

The whole scene was straight out of one of Jonathan's fantasies. A young, beautiful girl being violated in front of his eyes, nothing he could do but watch. Jonathan did his best to hide his excitement as he took in every moment of Saikhi being fucked. It was rather hypocritical of him, just the day before he stopped this kind of thing from happening to Saikhi. However, this time he couldn't contain himself, he could hear Saikhi starting to moan as the captain relentlessly pounded her pussy. Her voice was muffled from servicing the other guards' dicks. After a few minutes they rotated around Saikhi, each one making sure they had enough time to thoroughly enjoy each of her entrances. Saikhi glanced over to her master, her mouth barely containing the entirety of the captain's cock. A few days ago, she could have never imagined herself doing something like this, let alone enjoying it. What changed?

"Fuck Captain, this girl's pussy is hot." the guard currently thrusting into Saikhi revealed.

"I don't know how much longer I'm going to last." The other guard announced.

"Now, now men, it would be rude to let such a fine slut leave without a gift from us, don't you think?" The captain pulled Saikhi off the table and onto her knees. They encircled her, using her hands and mouth to jerk their cocks. One after another they fired off their loads, covering Saikhi's face and tits in a creamy white mess which contrasted well against her crimson skin. The captain's load was especially potent, he came almost as much as the other two combined.

"Very nice." The captain said. Jonathan caught himself before nodding in agreement. "Well, Jonn, was it? You can have your whore back. See to it that she doesn't wipe-off our gift before she is out of sight of the city gates. My men and I would be very offended."

"Yes. I will make sure of it." Jonathan replied, feigning disgust. He spotted Saikhi subtly licking her lips as she dressed herself. He didn't expect her to enjoy herself as much as she did. Maybe he had read Saikhi wrong? It just felt... different from the last time he witnessed her taking cock. The thought hadn't even crossed Jonathan's mind that he could have taken out the three men with his spear whilst they were distracted until they were being ushered out. Jonathan and Saikhi were walked out of the tent by the captain's men and allowed to exit through the city's gates with their pack-cren.

"I am sorry master, I had to." Saikhi said timidly once they were out of sight, cum still running down her face.

"No, it is alright." Jonathan smiled. "You did good."