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The day of the merchant meeting loomed ever closer, and as the days crept by, so did the patience of the participants. It took a great deal of effort from Lorenus to keep the skunks and lions from each other’s throats for reasons that had nothing to do with war. For once, it had everything to do with trade.

In those few short days, the naga came to learn that while he had a basic understanding of how trade worked between nations, he had no idea of the bargains and barter that existed between the more tribal people. The fact that they were not so reliant on coinage meant that there were different ways of getting a deal, and balancing the various goods of nomads – more limited and less stable than the goods of a settled country – meant that there was far more demand for the goods that the – by contrast – more stable cheetahs and spiny lizards offered.

Everyone wanted what they had, and despite the peace treaty that kept war from breaking out, the sabotage attempts between the two camps were all too real. Every time that he turned his head, there was another sneak-thief trying to make off with some rare good from the other side, or someone with a torch sneaking over to burn off some rare trade that would net the other side a better price, or something of that sort.

By the time the morning came for them to set off, Lorenus gave the order to keep the two tribes – despite being at peace – at least three miles apart at any given time. If anyone crossed over to bother the other, he said, he would ban them from the merchant meet.

The threat worked, though he imagined that was partially because he had ordered Jelani, Jahari, Konie, and the Old Hump to march with him in the middle of the two caravans. The two sides had to pass him to reach the other, and that kept them from being any stupider than they had already been.

Jahari and Konie, for all the competition and war that they had been involved in, had become fast friends as far as he could tell. He watched them from behind as they marched along, shaking his head as the lion and skunk talked, laughed, even hugged each other from time to time as they walked along.

“They are most different than they were before you arrived, Master,” the Old Hump said.

“They are different becausssse of me.”

“Yes. That is true.”

“And yet, you continue to doubt me.”

“I know the results of trying to control everything, Master.”

“How, pray tell?”

“Once, there was a naga that saw the world as nothing more than a set of strings to be pulled and chains to be fitted. He saw the people in that world as nothing more than things that needed to be caught in those strings, held in those chains. He believed himself a puppetmaster, someone that would look down on those people and twitch the web, pull the chains, and create a better world for himself, because none would be able to move without his permission, none able to challenge him, none able to disturb that perfect order that he imagined.

“This naga was so swept up in his vision that he even caught his family in his web, tying them to his mind, reducing their freedoms bit by bit, until they believed themselves completely free, even as they did only what he said. Their delusions were so complete that they believed themselves the greatest of all families within the country, ignoring the fact that their father, their patriarch, was the only one with any actual power.

“Such was their life, until one young scion of the house decided that he wanted to explore his own mind. Perhaps it was mere happenstance, or perhaps destiny smiled upon him, but this young scion managed to see the truth that was hidden from all others, and that set him upon a task that was years in the making, a task that would allow him to challenge his father and the order that he had created.”

“Enough, Old Hump.” Lorenus shook his head. “You mean to ssssay that my father isss the one that taught you thissss lesssson?”

“He believed that the world could not be his unless he controlled every living being in it. None were to be spared.”

“…Then why isss he not in control, now?”

“He controls much, that cannot be denied, but there is only so far that any mind can be stretched. He’s pushed his control into most of the Snakelands. Even the greatest of the high families have felt his influence. But, Master, he was no longer able to hold onto you. You realized what he was doing quite young, and you set yourself on the path to break those chains. He could not stop you, not when he was already stretched so thin. And, unless I miss my guess, he will not be able to create more allies with any ease without sacrificing some of his other pawns.

“That is why you cannot stretch yourself too far. You lose the ability to take anyone else under you when you most need it. You must balance yourself, and not give in to greed – or lust – to take everyone that you see beneath you.”

“…I will conssssider thisss.”

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When they stopped to camp for the night, the naga was still considering it. His father being so ambitious was not a surprise; the man was paranoid, hyper-aware of all the threats around him, both real and imagined. He would have done anything in his power to keep from being overwhelmed by those fears.

At the same time, knowing that the boogeyman that was his father had limitations was oddly comforting, even if that meant that he shared some of those limitations.

There is no way to create a full state of entranced slaves, he thought. The most I can manage is to control the most troublesome and the most valuable.

At the very least, he had kept himself to mostly drugs and alchemy in the Sizwe capital. That meant that he still had some focus to spend, even if he had likely created more mind-sluts than he really needed. He would have to evaluate that after the war was over, see who he needed to keep and who he could afford to let go.

All the chiefs have to stay mine. All the Kgosi, the leaders of the different tribes…

All of the greater leaders and many of the high-ranking officers would need to be controlled, he decided, but other than that…

There were a great many things that he needed to think through. That was all that needed to be said.

He sighed as he looked into the fire. Things were more complicated than he had anticipated, being a ruler. He knew that it would not be an easy thing, but the various minutiae were getting more and more extensive. First he had to learn about trade, then about the military, and then about how to manage his hypnosis, and then how to manage his allies and underlings when he couldn’t control them directly, and –

He sighed. No, no, there was no point in digging into that right now. The trade meeting would be happening soon enough, and for that, he needed rest and focus, and with his mind this wound up, there was only one way to get that.

“Konie…Jahari…”

He merely had to whisper their names, and the sleeping skunk and lion lifted their heads from their pillows. Their slave programming was such that they were more willing to listen when they were unconscious, and at least it kept them from losing their energy during the day. He curled his fingers, and the slaves – their eyes half-shut – rose from their beds and came to him, kneeling before his coils.

With the Old Hump asleep and Jehani keeping his eyes on the horizon for any threats, there was no need to worry about witnesses. He smiled to himself as he looked between the two smaller males. Each of them was a warrior in their own rights, with Jahari being the more brazen of the two, and Konie being by far the more settled and relaxed. They had their strengths and their weaknesses, and he hoped that they would continue to grow beneath him, becoming greater and greater Kgosis for their people.

For now, though, they were his slaves and his whores, and he needed that latter service tonight.

“Sssstrip.”

They were quick to follow that order, busily stripping themselves of their loincloths and tossing them to the side. They fell to all fours immediately after, their cocks hidden beneath their bellies and their tails raised high. Muscular rumps – one tawny, one white and framed with black – were just visible as he looked down at them, and the naga chuckled as he shook his head.

Such easy boys…

He slowly uncoiled himself, lifting the lengths of his body higher until he was able to expose his slit. From it, two cocks were already starting to rise, and the slaves looked down at them with glee.

“Come to me.”

They crawled across the sand, soon close enough to sniff at him, and sniff they did. Konie pressed his nostrils right to the base of one rising shaft, almost jamming his nose into the naga’s cock slit, while Jahari followed the tip rising on the other side, breathing in the fumes that came off the head. The slit juice that covered both of them was already dripping to the sands, burning off in the late night heat, and he groaned as the two sluts did their job of teasing him just by taking in his scent and worshiping it like the treat that it was.

“Good boysss…”

They moaned at that, and he smiled. That trigger was holding well.

As they nuzzled and sniffed and pressed themselves to his slit, his cocks soon reached their full size. He hissed in pleasure as he took them by the backs of the heads, pushing their lips to the heads of his cocks.

“You will ssserve.”

“Yes, Master,” Jahari moaned.

“Yes, Master,” Konie mewled.

“Sssssuck.”

They pulled the heads of his cocks into their mouths, each one sucking on their respective rod. He moaned under his breath, closing his eyes as he just enjoyed the feeling of the proper worship that he was getting. Since leaving the Sizwe lands, it had been rare to have the opportunity to have two slaves working his dicks simultaneously. He was glad to finally have it again; there was a pleasure to it that was missing in so many other occasions.

He rested his hands on their heads, slowly bringing his tail up and around to curl around their legs. They groaned as he pulled them closer, making them sink a little further on his cocks in the process.

“Take it, little ssslutssss.”

“Mmph…”

“Nnngh…”

“Good boyssss.”

They were very good boys, and their mouths were eager, their tongues dancing along his cocks in very different ways. Jahari had that frantic side-to-side thing going on, wiggling it right along the bulge along the bottom of his shaft, while Konie kept flicking his up, making sure to bob in such a way to drag the head of his cock against the roof of the skunk’s mouth. Each bob, each thrust, each lick was a little different, and it brought pleasure that could only be felt when the shafts were being treated so differently.

It was better than fucking someone with both cocks at once, because that always felt a little same-y. This…this was better.

This was so much better.

In, out, in, out as he encouraged them to bob a little faster, a little further down his dicks. He made them take it all the way to the root, all the way, until they were all but choking on one of his cocks. He made them stay there, feeling them shivering, shaking, struggling to get all the air that they needed, and he enjoyed the little spasms that went through his cocks, feeling just how different they were. Jahari, in this case, was the less frantic, giving in to the submission and the moment, putting all his effort into swallowing, while Konie was desperately twitching, clenching down, obviously not sure what to do but trying to pull back to get enough air to try something else.

It was telling him more about both of them, more about how they approached their problems, and more about how they responded to pressure. Jahari was frantic until he was down to the wire, and then he settled, as if staring death in the face and no longer caring. Konie was relaxed and effective until catastrophe struck, and then he tried to pull back and find a new angle. They were both so different…but so pleasurable.

Lorenus groaned under his breath as he felt his pleasure rising, his need bubbling up from his balls. He rolled his hips, grinding against the two sluts, feeling their throats clenching down on him again and again. Their lips sank slightly into his slit, but that was hardly a problem. It was roomy enough with his cocks out, and he was so close.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

And then they went over the edge. He moaned, closing his eyes as he let himself savor the moment of two twitching sluts over his cocks, two former chiefs of their tribes, each swallowing his load like some common whores. The sheer pleasure that came from that knowledge, knowing that he was the one that broke them and brought them to their knees, was something that he could barely believe on some level. Deep down, far below the level of the naga that had become Emperor of the Sizwe, the owner of the skunks and the lions, was still that little prince that had once found out that he was controlled, that he was not his own person, who had been effectively told that he didn’t deserve any of the things that he had and had only been given them by his father’s grace.

Now, he was earning them. Now…they belonged to him.

He had earned this. And he was going to take so much more before he was done. And he would do it better than his father did.

The End