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In the opulent war room of the Imperial Palace, Emperor Tarthis sat at the head of a long, polished table. His golden hair caught the light from the ornate chandeliers above, casting a regal glow around him. To his right sat the Tracker, his lean form draped in black leather, a stark contrast to the emperor's white and gold attire. On the left, Inquisitor Rike, now Grand Inquisitor Rike, bulky frame filled his chair, his helmet resting on the table before him. At the far end, Sister Sala perched uncomfortably, black bands around her wrists a reminder of her recent fall from grace.

Tarthis's voice boomed across the room, "The Resistance continues to gnaw at the edges of our empire, and sorcerers continue to run rampant through my lands. What do you propose we do about this?"

The Tracker leaned forward, his dark eyes glinting. "I suggest we focus on eliminating the sorcerers first, particularly those who are helping the Resistance. Without their magic, the remnants of the Resistance will crumble."

Rike nodded in agreement. "The Tracker speaks wisely. Our forces are spread thin chasing shadows. If we concentrate on key sorcerers, like Fade, we will be able to take them on in detail."

Sala shifted in her seat, her voice soft but steady. "Perhaps we could use the Sisterhood's network. Many still trust us, despite recent... events." Sala looked over to the Tracker with resentment. "We could gather intelligence on sorcerer movements."

Tarthis' eyes narrowed at Sala her presence at this council as military research adviser was tentative at best. "Why should we trust you or your sisters after your failure in Sidim?"

Sala bowed her head. "Your Majesty, it is precisely because of that failure that we wish to prove our loyalty. We have eyes and ears in places your soldiers cannot reach and our research beneath Sidim has yielded promising results."

Tarthis steepled his fingers, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Very well, you will have your chance to redeem yourself, Sister Sala. But for now, get under this table and service me while we continue our planning. "

Sala's eyes widened at the command, but she knew better than to refuse. She smoothly rose from her seat, her white robe flowing around her. With a graceful movement, she sank to her knees beneath the table, reaching up to slowly caress the emperor's manhood through his fine silk pants. Her soft fingers soon had him erect, and she peeled back the fabric to take him into her mouth, her lips parting easily to accommodate his girth.

The emperor moaned softly, closing his eyes as he leaned back. The other occupants of the room tried to maintain their composure as they heard Sala's slick, sucking noises.

"So," Tarthis continued, his voice steady despite the pleasure he was experiencing, "It seems the Dread Sorcerer is no longer satisfied with staying in his tower. He has been building his strength unchecked for long enough." Tarthis knew it had been his own fault that Fade's power had been able to grow, he should have killed him when he had the chance but he still harboured feeling for his corrupted queen. "Rike, gather your Inquisition, and prepare to storm his Dread Tower. You will also be given access to the imperial armoury, and any artefacts you deem necessary. Tracker, I will have you gather and prepare the Northern and Dread Tower Watch Garrisons for battle. Unfortunately we will be unable to use the Brute Legion for this battle due to Fade's sorcerery. We cannot afford to have them mind controlled like last time."

"Actually your Majesty," Sala released Tarthis' cock from her mouth and spoke from under the table as she continue to stroke the Emperor's length. "During the Cult of Sisters experiments on the brutes we had in our care, we found a way to temporarily block mind affecting sorcery." Sala went back to diligently deepthroating her emperor, her loyalty was important to display.

"Good. In which case, Rike, as your mother is now the prime breeding bitch of the Brute Legion, I will have her position as an Inquisitor temporarily reinstated. She will lead the Brute Legion in the coming fight alongside the Legion's commander. If she does well, she will earn a full pardon for her past deeds."

"Thank you, your Majesty." Rike's usually stoic face cracked with emotion.

Sala, cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, sensed the emperor's arousal peaking. His grip tightened on the arms of his chair, and his breath quickened. With a final thrust, he filled her mouth with his seed, grunting in satisfaction. She savoured the taste as she swallowed, knowing this act helped secure her position and her sisters positions.

As she took her seat, wiping her lips discreetly, Tarthis turned his attention back to the council. "The Resistance has caused more trouble than expected, the loss of Zigarete was truly unfortunate. We need to make sure there are no more rebellious upstarts while we deal with Fade and the other sorcerers."

The Tracker's expression remained neutral, his eyes fixed on Tarthis. "We must double wilderness patrols and random contraband checks within Imperial cities."

Tarthis nodded. "Agreed. We must also uncover the traitor within our ranks. Someone has been feeding the Resistance information, and I want them found. Tracker, hunt this traitor down. Leave no stone unturned."

Sala ventured a suggestion. "With your permission, Your Majesty, the Sisterhood can assist with the hunt for the traitor, our value extends beyond… sexual services. Our Interrogation methods have proven to be more effective than even the Inquisitions."

"Your offer is accepted, Sister," Tarthis said, a slight smirk on his lips. "But make no mistake, your value to me is not just as an adviser. Your service beneath this table is not one I intend to do without anytime soon."

A faint blush crept across Sala's cheeks, and she lowered her gaze, arousal churning within her. Tarthis allowed himself a moment of amusement at her reaction before turning his attention back to the matter at hand.

Rike spoke up, his voice deep and steady. "It is only a matter of time before we eradicate these rebels, Your Majesty. The Resistance will fall, and any surviving members will be hunted down and brought to justice."

The Tracker inclined his head, his face expressionless. "Indeed, and I look forward to delivering that justice personally." His voice held a subtle menace, and the others in the room exchanged glances, knowing the Tracker took great pleasure in such tasks.

Tarthis smiled. "Once this is over, we will celebrate a new era of peace and prosperity in the empire. And perhaps," he paused, a glint in his eye, "I will invite Sister Sala to join us for those celebrations."@@novelbin@@