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Prince Askia popped one knuckle after another after another as he sat back in his throne, the comfortable air from outside the open palace stirring warmly through his fur and along his whiskers. It was nice to be back in his traditional garb and to feel his own language on his tongue again, after being across the ocean for some period of time on a diplomatic mission. Something about alliances and economics, possible exploration and settlement opportunities... blah, blah, blah. As if his head hadn't already hurt enough from the long nights.

The actual economic diplomacy with the empire over there... not really an enjoyable experience. However, the personal_diplomacy? The African wild dog adjusted how he sat, folding one leg over the other. While visiting, the King had allowed him free use of a fine set of quarters in the east wing of the palace, with a stallion guard outside his door and a sweet otter body servant to carry out his every whim... the prince licked his lips and swallowed, remembering the two of them. _That had been his favored part of the entire expedition.

Over here in his homeland, however, that kind of thing was neither well-known nor accepted in the slightest. Sure, hardly a week passed without Askia lying back on his bed with one of his body servants holding him down, her hips churning up and down, up and down in his lap, her moans billowing out warm and tense in the quiet of night... but, he couldn't deny that he more often thirsted for something else. There was a reason he had personally replaced all of the palace guards when he had risen to the throne.

Even before his time when his father had been the one to hold the title, Askia had already thoroughly explored his unorthodox tastes. Unorthodox for this side of the ocean, at least: on his visit, he had discovered that homosexuality was as common in the empire as summer rain. Meanwhile, Askia had been prowled the palace at a younger age, and through the guile and charm innate to a wild dog like him, had quickly discerned which of his father's male guards could satisfy his wants. As prince, after all, it's not like they could refuse him.

His first time with another male had been a warm spring afternoon, when Prince Askia had retreated into his quarters for a very warm and very needed bath. He could still remember the odd stirring in his loins of stripping his clothing off with a body servant standing in the same room nearby, the same faint arousal that he always got when he did so; he remembered how he had felt when he'd first lowered himself into the water, watching the way his liquid markings reflected off the surface; he remembered peering at that servant through half-closed eyes. The climate here was generally warm, and as such, most people - guards included - dressed themselves in an array of fairly loose-hanging cloth, usually draped over the shoulder and wrapped around the hips, and nothing else.

This time, the particular servant assigned to watch over him as he bathed was a tall, wide-shouldered stallion, muscles visible in the short fur of his chest and stomach, and his wide bulge quite visible beneath the thin fabric that covered his groin. While Askia _could_very well lean back, slip a paw beneath the surface of the water, and pleasure himself to climax with the servant watching - he had done it before: part of having body servants was abandoning all semblances of the modesty with them that he would maintain around any other visitor - but, he wanted something _else,_something more. It took some time to work up the courage, but eyeing that bulge and rubbing soap into the fur of his lower groin area had given him enough of that, then, to call the stallion over for help...

...and then order him to drop what little clothing he wore. It was only by some magnificent stroke of luck that Askia had chosen this day and this servant. The stallion didn't resist, didn't issue a stern argument as to why he shouldn't, didn't frown or show his disgust in anyway; instead, he undid the fastenings of his clothing with one hand, let the fabric drop to the floor, and stepped forward out of it, to have Askia's still-wet paw come up from out of the bath and caress the underside of his hanging sack. When he looked up, he saw an embarrassed smile lifting the corners of the stallion's lips.

The wild dog ended up taking a much longer bath that afternoon than he'd intended, and he failed to notice that his breath as well as the fur of his muzzle smelled heavily of stallion before he had gotten out. Another thing he remembered was how his father's whiskers had twitched and his large ears flicked back when the prince walked by later in the night.

Askia swallowed and again readjusted his position, quite aware of the effect of those memories on his body. The open construction of the main hall of the palace, really more of a plaza than a hall, meant that anyone could walk in at any time and see him... which was, frankly, hell for the guards, but easy for the citizens. Thankfully, though, there were plenty of back rooms and quarters that he could retreat to if needed, and it was nearing the end of the day, anyway. He would get his satisfaction before the night was over.

The scent and taste of that stallion had been something that remained strongly on his tongue and in the back of his throat for the rest of that night, and he'd enjoyed the memory of it three times more before the following morning. That was how it always went before he had claimed the throne: maybe once, twice a month he would find the opportunity and time to hunt down that particular stallion again and drag him off for a bit of - service. Askia came to know him well, and it was a shame that he was no longer around.

After sitting there for another moment, a little uncomfortably, the African wild dog sighed, licked his lips, and stood up, swiftly heading off towards the hallway that would lead to the living quarters. He must have had a more stern look on his muzzle than intended: the slim okapi standing guard at the door straightened up as he approached, and looked as if he were intentionally avoiding eye contact. The prince didn't bother with him, though, and pushed his way through the door into the cooler, darker air of the hallway.

One week. One whole week since he had last felt the touch of another man - and also one whole week since he had returned from his diplomatic mission. Visiting another land really reminded him of how much he despised the ideas of modesty and acceptable love here. His regular visits with some female body servant or another were quite pleasant, yes, but - he'd known since before that first afternoon in the tub with a stallion's heavy sack in his paw that that sort of love wasn't for him. When it came time for him to ascend from prince to king, he would just have to pretend that it was.

For now, though, he could get along with keeping things behind closed doors - literally. All of these thoughts and memories swirling around his head, thoughts of his first stallion in the bathtub, of his second bent over the bed, of his third slowly sinking into him underneath his tail... on his way to his personal quarters he passed by Zuli, a tall zebra guard, carrying his halberd over his shoulder. Instead of asking him to come with him, instead of commanding him to follow, the prince just seized his arm - his firm, smooth-muscled arm - and tugged him along behind him, soon turning to enter his quarters.

"Ah- my lord!" the zebra said. Askia loosened his grip and let his paw run down to the equine's wrist, following the streamlined contours of his muscles and veins beneath his fur and skin. "Is there something wrong? Did y-"

"Quiet!" the prince barked in response. He was damn worked up, especially after his time spent overseas... everyone there was just so open. The morning after he arrived, one of his assigned bodyguards came to fetch him for breakfast - while he had his otter body servant's muzzle bobbing in his lap. The bodyguard who knocked had been the same one that Askia had tasted the previous night, and he stood around and lingered after noticing what was going on... so, of course, the wild dog prince beckoned him over and tugged his pants off.

That was mostly what he had in mind for Zuli here. After all, he was the prince, and it was the servants' and guards' duty to ensure the happiness and satisfaction of the royal family - and Askia had known Zuli fairly well for quite a while now, having entrusted him to watch over the prince's quarters at night. Not even bothering to hide his arousal somewhat visible beneath the thin cloth draped around his hips, Askia swung an armchair around from beside the bed with his foot and slid down into it, bringing his eyes about level with the zebra's bare belly button.

Solid black stripes, almost parallel in their organic leaning and curving, tapering off into pure white at the edges of his belly and chest... Askia licked his lips again, swallowed, half-raised his paws, lowered them back down to the arms of the chair. He liked to imagine that he could just barely pick up the zebra's scent on the air in front of him; he'd certainly had enough practice.

The prince glanced up, past the slight bulge of the Zuli's pecs. "Strip."

His brow furrowed, the corners of his lips arched downward- "My lord?"

Askia was in no mood to waste any time. He wanted this, and as prince, he wasn't going to accept 'no' for an answer. With one clawed finger, he motioned up and down the zebra's entire body. "Off. All of it."

"But..." The guard lowered the end of his halberd to the ground with a gentle clink, and reluctantly lifted a hand up towards the cloth draped over his shoulder. It covered one-half of his upper chest, with his other pec and nipple still clearly visible. Askia licked his lips... another few seconds of delay, and he'd just strip him down himself. There was something to love about feeling the warmth of a heavy sack and plump sheath against the back of his paw, after all. "Why do you-"

That was it, then. The prince moved forward in the chair, hooked his fingers around the waistline of the zebra's covering, and tugged it down - bringing into view the smooth black-skinned sheath hanging a short space away from his body, color a stark contrast to the white of his lower belly and upper thighs. Soft skin wrinkled with the weight of his hidden shaft, heavy and thin-furred sack hanging beneath plump enough that Askia couldn't even wrap his paw all the way around it.

Almost as a natural reaction, the zebra took a step backwards and briefly struggled with grabbing his clothing to cover himself again - but failed, and ultimately just held his hand in front of himself. Though of course, being an equine, this was not enough: the smooth round curves of the underside of his sack could still be seen between his fingers, as well as the thickening of his pubic fur and the trail leading down from beneath his belly button. Askia licked his lips and beckoned him forward again.

Sure, his heart beat in his chest, all from excitement, arousal, and nervousness. That was always his bodily response to doing something he wasn't supposed to like this. "Oh, come on, Zuli..." he cooed, beckoning the zebra forward. Then, the prince lapped his tongue out over his chops, and smiled up at him. "I won't tell anyone if you don't. Think about it - you do your duty of pleasing your prince, I get satisfied, you get off. We both win. Besides - we've known each other for a while, haven't we?..."

This wasn't the first time Askia had attempted to make a move on this particular zebra - definitely not. Zuli had actually been his chosen bodyguard for a few months now, always standing outside his quarters as he slept, sometimes coming inside to ensure that nothing happened to the prince as he undressed at night and then dressed in the morning, or as he relaxed in the bathtub. Those were Askia's favorite times to push further with the zebra, especially remembering his first time... what gave him the confidence today was how Zuli had agreed to carefully clean the prince's sheath and underneath his tail the last time he had bathed.

It was hard to tell with the way he had been kneeling down and bent over the edge of the tub, but - Askia could have sworn that he'd seen a slight bulge beneath the guard's loincloth as he worked his fingers under the wild dog's tail.

Even now, the zebra showed some reluctance. His ears tilted back, his brushy tail flicked behind him, his hand wavered in front of himself... and then, he sighed and stepped forward again. Askia grinned and brought his own paw up to move that hand away, and again bring into view the plump sheath and sack underneath it. He licked his lips, positioned the zebra in front of him, and started to run his fingers down along the side of that smooth-skinned sheath, feeling how it pulsed and gently twitched under his pads.

Other paw on Zuli's upper thigh, the wild dog squeezed and rubbed the zebra's sack, feeling his intense heat and the heavy firmness within. Even if Askia hadn't felt it for himself, he would be able to discern the warmth of the day just from having his muzzle level with his guard's groin: it was a gentle scent that tickled at his nose, though one definitely equine, definitely masculine. A scent reminiscent of the taste that clung to his tongue after one of his good nights.

"My prince, I..."

The zebra's voice pinched off into a breathy moan, then, as Askia closed the distance between his muzzle and the guard's body, and slid his tongue into the pocket of skin at the end of his hanging sheath. Down here with his tongue against the flesh and nose just slightly in the sheath, the equine's scent was the only thing he breathed - and as he rubbed at the base of that sheath with his other paw, that scent sharpened. He could feel Zuli's shaft throb gently and grow beneath his nose, lifting up out against his muzzle, thickening slightly and bulging slowly out.

That was one of Askia's favorite parts about nuzzling up between an equine's legs: watching his cock grow to its full length. The wild dog leaned back, ran his tongue over his lips again - already Zuli's musk had been rubbed against his muzzle - and continued to rub and squeeze at the horse, both paws focusing on his sheath and the base of his length as it grew. Blunted head came forth with its subtly-ridged rim, wrinkled skin smoothed and stretched out and glistened in the light filtering in through the windows... and his medial ring slowly advanced as well.

Back when he had been overseas, Askia had spent a whole night getting to know his bodyguard very well. He had swirled his tongue all around within that horse's sheath, swallowing down his musk and feeling him grow just as he had seen Zuli do now...

The zebra's tail still flicked nervously around behind him, but he voiced no more complaints. He took a half-step back to better position himself for the prince's enjoyment, what with his full, erect cock being about three-quarters the length of the wild dog's arm, and about as thick as well... and Askia wagged his tail and nodded his appreciation. Then, both paws wrapped around the guard's girth, he tilted it down towards his muzzle and took it between his lips.

This was something he certainly wouldn't be able to do if he hadn't already had a bit of practice... and even with that, Zuli was still a challenge for him. The zebra's cock squeezed his tongue against his lower jaw, and at the same time pressed against the roof of his mouth - and still Askia closed his eyes and dove further down, trying his best to coat his length with his saliva. He ran his paws up and down, up and down the thick cock, feeling the flesh beneath the skin tense and throb, and swallowing down the resulting bursts of thick, salty pre onto the back of his tongue.

"Aah..."

Zuli swallowed and panted gently, visibly struggling to restrain himself - and still he pressed his hips gently forward towards his prince's muzzle as Askia slid further down onto him. Sexual pleasure wasn't really something explicitly denied the royal guards and servants, but by the nature of their jobs, they shouldn't really have the time... which was another thing Askia enjoyed, honestly. That meant that whenever he _did_get his paws, muzzle, and rump on one of his equines, it would be a full, heavy load he received.

Just thinking about that... gods, it was such a need that bubbled within his abdomen. Feeling the blunted head of Zuli's cock against the back of his throat, Askia moved one of his paws down to his own lap and tugged his covering to the side. Damn the laws of this land: one thing he often fantasized about while lying back in his bed, paying no mind to whichever guard stood at his bedside or beyond his door, was the thought about receiving one of those full, heavy loads all over his muzzle, his chest, his cock...

After bobbing along Zuli's length for a short time, or at least what he could fit into his muzzle, Askia came up off of it and dragged his nose along the underside, broad tongue following. He wanted to slicken him up as much as he could, as well as get his taste into his muzzle... good thing his father wasn't around the palace anymore. Gods know _that_old wild dog would have a thousand things to say about his son reeking of stallion as often as he wanted.

Prince Askia swallowed down again, his arousal coming through in steady panting similar to Zuli's own. Even with being prince, he was still bound to the laws of the land, and as such... if another servant entered his quarters while he had his maw around the zebra's cock, he would still be liable to punishment, could he not persuade that servant to keep their mouth shut. So he wanted to make this fast.

He flicked his tongue up over the end of Zuli's cock one last time, lapping off the pre that oozed down along the underside, and then stood up. The guard took another step back; his tail had finally slowed and now hung still behind him, and he watched his prince with careful eyes for his next order. With one paw, Askia started to remove his own clothing - and it didn't take long. Unhook the cloth slung over his shoulder, wriggle out of it around his hips... he half-considered just bending over the side of the mattress and lifting his tail into the air, actually.

"You ever had another male before, Zuli?" the wild dog asked, keeping his round ears perked up. He sprawled out on the mattress, knees raised and legs spread, intentionally showing himself off - and he noticed how the zebra couldn't take his eyes off of the throbbing red, knotted shaft between those legs. With one paw, Askia again beckoned him over.

The zebra took a step forward, hesitated, took another step. "My lord, I... you-"

Askia leaned forward, grabbed the guard's wrist, and pulled him down on top of him, the bed squeaking gently beneath their combined weight. He could easily see the zebra's blush beneath the fur of his cheeks, especially when - when Zuli's hard length, warm and slick with saliva, pressed and grinded against Askia's own. The wild dog worked one paw down between them and, as he lifted his hips up, angled the equine's cock down towards his tailhole.

"You don't have to tell me. Just..." The wild dog hooked his other arm around the back of Zuli's neck, lifting himself up. The feeling of having a blunted cock head press up against the tight, puckered rim of his tailhole... he couldn't help but grind back against it, couldn't help but force himself down until he could feel the slight pain of it pushing into him and stretching that tailhole around it. He bit into his lower lip. "Keep quiet about this. Okay?"

"Prince Askia..." Above him, the zebra swallowed, adjusted his position, moved his hands to either side of the wild dog's head. When he looked down at him, their noses almost touched; Askia could feel each warm exhalation tickle his whiskers.

But, no more words came. The wild dog continued to lift his hips up, feeling himself sink forward onto the equine's thick cock, pressing until the rim of his head popped past his tailhole... he sucked in a gasp through his teeth when this happened, and briefly relaxed. It was the same throbbing pain rippling through his lower body that he always felt when doing something like this, though continually more muted and less intense as he got more practice... his first time, he had actually told his father that he was ill, because he couldn't stand up out of bed without wincing.

Zuli gripped at the sheets beneath his prince, gritting his own teeth and remaining perfectly still. "Gods..." he breathed; even with him struggling to keep himself from moving, Askia could still feel each throb of his cock under his tail, stretching his tailhole and sinking deeper into him. Though it hurt somewhat, though it brought back the same painful discomfort that he'd known before, it still felt so damn good - and even with the practice he'd had, there was no way he would be able to take Zuli up to the medial ring. He wished, but he knew he couldn't. "Askia..."

"Mmh..." Arm still around his neck, Askia tugged Zuli down and buried his nose in the short fur of his neck. There he could pick up the same sort of scent as he did within the folds of his sheath, but less pointed, less musky, more mundane... and it was still a pleasant scent. The wild dog steadily churned his hips up and down, up and down along the end of the zebra's cock, pressing up against him and then pulling down so that the rim of his head almost popped free of his tailhole. He wanted to save that for the end: there was just something about feeling it all come free, with the relief of no longer having that thick meat beneath his tail, at the same time as his load flowed out of his stretched rump...

It didn't take long for Zuli to begin gently thrusting forward into the wild dog prince beneath him, against Askia's rhythm. Each thrust squeezed a gentle moan out of the dog and made him clench even tighter around that thick cock, slowly forcing him to become accustomed to its girth. At least Zuli seemed to be fairly productive, in terms of precum - at least given how much of it Askia had had to swallow in the short time he'd had him on his tongue. That would provide some needed lubrication.

Later on, he would have to bring this same bodyguard in for another bath. Askia was used to being the one to receive the bathing, with hands rubbing soap and lather into his fur, fingers caressing his sheath and sack and sliding up across his tailhole... maybe it would be nice to do that to someone else for once. Zuli probably wouldn't resist too much, either, seeing as how he gritted his teeth and slowly, gently fucked his prince, even without having to be told to. That was the kind of bodyguard that Askia wanted...

...the kind of guard who wouldn't complain when he dragged him into his quarters, tugged his clothing off, and rubbed his muzzle up between his legs. The kind of guard who would oblige when he invited him into the bed with him, when he raised his tail or spread his legs - the kind of guard who would slip his hand beneath the surface of the bathwater for more than just cleaning.

The African wild dog lifted up, sinking further onto the zebra than he had before - and remained there for a moment so he could wrap his legs around Zuli's body. When positioned like this, he could pull himself up and down along his length. There was still the discomfort of having such a girth shoved up under his tail, but - the prince couldn't resist trying to get further onto him each time.

Above him, Zuli swallowed and, between panting, said: "Prince Askia, my lord, I... I'm getting-"

"What?" Askia, too, swallowed, and braced his paws against the zebra's shoulders. He could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing beneath his fingers: the wild dog had slowed down in his own movements, and yet the zebra still thrust down into him, again and again. "Getting tired already? We just started... shouldn't have agreed if you weren't up to it, Zuli..."

"You didn't..." The zebra licked his lips. A shuddering moan escaped Askia's mouth, then, as he pressed deeper into him, steadily picking up speed and force. "...give me a choice, my lord..."

"Well... then you just... slow down..."

Zuli did as told. Right when he had started speeding up, he slowed back down, eventually coming to a stop - with a good quarter of his length buried in Askia's rump. The wild dog swallowed, groaned, squirmed... every thrust in caused him to lift up and grind his own hard cock against Zuli's belly, so that the white-and-black striped fur now stuck up in places and was matted down in others by his slick pre.

Askia felt an energy like no other when he had a thick cock shoved up underneath his tail - and as such, he found it easier to sit up and push his zebra bodyguard down onto his back on the mattress than he usually would. The movement cause both of them to moan out, what with Zuli's cock still several inches inside the wild dog, and - as soon as the zebra's back connected with the surface of the bed, Askia moved his paws to his shoulders and started to churn his hips along that length, holding him down onto the bed and pressing him more firmly against it each time he descended.

Now it was Zuli's turn to let out a periodic sigh of pleasure. He lowered one hand to the prince's thigh and kept it there as he rode him, just as Askia held onto his shoulders and forced himself further down each time. He hadn't had this much of a need to get filled in quite some time; perhaps it had something to do with how often he had gotten his satisfaction when away from home, compared to the veritable drought of pleasure waiting for him when he returned... though it was damn good to see that maybe that drought was coming to an end.

Zuli sure seemed to enjoy serving his prince like this, after all, judging by how his face scrunched up, his mouth hung open, and how he steadily thrust up into the African wild dog's rump every time it sank down along his length, slowly but steadily approaching the bump of his ring. Askia could feel it, too, in the pressure of the extra girth and length spreading him wide and filling him up... not much longer like this, and he'd be emptying his own load out all over Zuli's belly and chest, without having to touch himself with a paw. That had only happened twice in the past, and once was while he was overseas - with his stallion guard under his tail and his otter body servant thrusting into his muzzle.

Askia swallowed again, let his tongue hang out of his mouth, and leaned forward over the zebra a little bit further, starting to lurch forward and back as he rode. By now he actually could feel the bump of Zuli's medial ring against his already-stretched tailhole; it wouldn't take too much extra effort to slide down past there. That would probably bee it for him, though - this was deeper than Askia had had in a _long_time.

Beneath him, the zebra gripped at the blankets and kept his hips raised, to be pushed back down every time Askia descended on him. Every exhalation, each snatch of panting, now carried an undertone of voiced desire, a shuddering "ah - aah..." that kept Askia's huge ears perked. Playing around wasn't really any fun unless he could tell that whoever it was serving him had fun too, as brusque as Askia could be in his requests - or, rather, demands. Besides, the other person enjoying it gave him a much better chance at having another tryst the following night.

At least...

"Ah - my lord, I-"

"Good." Askia pressed firmly down onto Zuli's cock as it throbbed towards orgasm, ignoring the renewed pain within him. He wanted this. "Do it."

"-don't have much of a - choice - ah, gods..."

Zuli sucked in a tense breath through his teeth and raised his hips up against Askia, thick cock throbbing again and again. At first, Askia just rode him through his orgasm - until he felt the heat and volume filling him up, thick speed flowing out into him, spurt after spurt after spurt, further increasing the warmth and pressure that already kept him right on the edge. Were his tailhole not already stretched tight around the zebra's girth with his ring keeping him plugged, Askia wouldn't have been surprised to feel that load seeping out of him already...

He didn't move until the zebra had settled back down against the bed, chest rising and falling in unsteady breaths - and then when he did adjust his position, the slightest movement was enough for Askia. It was an odd sensation, feeling the hot pleasure spontaneously build up, filling him with a different warmth than what pulsed under his tail - until, with a shuddering moan of his own, the wild dog shot his own cum out across Zuli's belly and chest, his swollen knot pulsing against the skin of his sheath with each spurt.

That would make three, then. And - he'd actually forgotten about the zebra's flare: as he tried to pull himself up off of his length, he was met with a warm, firm resistance tugging back, and only adding to his feeling of satisfying fullness. It would have to come free at some point in time - even now he could feel it pulling against his tailhole as the zebra softened up - but, there was no point forcing it...

Eventually the zebra had softened enough that Askia could actually sit down on him, resting his rump against the equine's hips. He reached a paw back to squeeze and rub at him - and felt the large, heavy balls in his sack, still drawn up towards his body in the aftershocks of his orgasm. They were moist and slightly sticky with some of his thick load that had oozed out of the wild dog's tailhole.

"There..." Askia breathed. He would have to order one of the servants to wash these sheets, too, once he'd pulled himself up off of this damn zebra... it was a strong, resilient pressure throughout his abdomen, one that would no doubt flow out and spread across the bed as soon as that flare came free. "That wasn't so bad, was it, Zuli?"

The zebra had trouble gathering enough strength to speak. He licked his lips and swallowed, chest still rising and falling. "No, my lord..." And his face tensed up - and his flare pulled free of Askia's rump.

A sharp yip of surprise tugged itself through the wild dog's lips, and he jerked forward off of it - able to feel the slick warmth of the zebra's load roll down the back of his sack, even when he clenched his tailhole. First he got to feel the pleasure of that large load filling him up, and now had the relief of it flowing out of him. He hadn't yet had one stallion right after another, but - maybe that would be something to try out, using the first's cum as lube for the second. Those horses should feel lucky for getting to serve their prince in such a way, the laws notwithstanding...

The prince moved up along Zuli's body and settled back onto his lower stomach, intentionally letting some of the zebra's own cum seep out into his fur. That way, he would have to oblige Askia's next request:

"Assist me into a bath, Zuli?" Askia reached his paw behind himself again, dragged the pad of his thumb through the zebra's mess, and brought it to his lips. Next time, he'd certainly like to take that load into his muzzle. "This is an offer you won't get from any other prince you might serve: I'll return the favor..."

This earned a smile out of the zebra - a slight, tired one, but a smile nonetheless. Zuli rested his hands on Askia's thighs again. "Yes, my lord."