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He spent the night with Ni'Shalin and learned her every weakness, every point of pleasure that she had beneath that slightly sultry façade. For the first time, he was able to experience a breeder in a way that one was meant to: with pleasure, with eagerness, and with a great deal of experience. For all that he had hypnotized her to want it, she had been trained since the age of majority to show all males what they wanted and to give them what they needed. Her holes knew what they were doing, and she knew how to use them.

But that, of course, was only half the pleasure that Lorenus claimed for himself. He claimed her, and he claimed the pleasure that she would ever have with another, forever after.

By the time that morning came, when he pulled his cocks from her pussy, she was ruined. Her pussy was gaping, her asshole likewise, and she oozed with his seed upon the sheets. She panted for breath as he slithered free of her, still possessed of some energy, and she looked over her shoulder with the widest of grins.

"That cannot be the end..."

"It won't be," he hissed with a small chuckle. "Sssso long assss you remain loyal."

"You shall have mine."

"And your friendssss?"

"They will...come to understand."

"I am sssure."

Particularly when they were called before him to bear witness to the breeder of their lands bowing before him and having his eggs pumped into her time and time again. She would welcome him, and show them what it meant to submit to the nagas. It would be a moment to show them his superiority, and they would...well, he imagined that they would find some pleasure in watching.

At least, once he had seen to it that they knew what proper behavior was. After all, they were primitive. They needed an education.

The naga slithered to the edge of the balcony, pausing only when he felt a tail against his. He looked over his shoulder, rather surprised to see that Ni'Shalin had managed to drag herself from the bed. She walked up to him, pressing her chest against his back, all but straddling his coils in the process.

"Please...promise me more..."

"I promisssse nothing."

"Please..."

"Only the reward for your loyalty."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, go to bed."

"Mmmm...fine..."

She was a cute one, he supposed, one that knew that she had power over others, and influence with that cuteness. But she tempered it with sexuality, with her sensual pleasures, and she knew that he was watching as she swayed back to her bed. She wouldn't have lifted her tail so high nor swung her cheeks from side to side in such a fashion if she wasn't aware of that.

He chuckled, shaking his head before tossing himself over the side. His tail lashed out, catching supports that he used to throw himself along until he reached the ground below. From there, he slithered to his palace, where he planned to attempt some small amount of sleep. It would be less than ideal, but still better than none.

The noon-time sun played over his eyes as he woke up, mostly because of the sounds of the Old Hump coming to wake him. He looked down with one eye, closing the other as he debated going back to sleep.

"Yessss?" he hissed.

"The rest of the snakes are here to see you."

"All of them?"

"The males, yes."

"Hmmmph..."

"Their female is, apparently, 'indisposed.'"

"Heh...sssshe will be more than that, next time."

"Please focus on the overall plan, Master."

"I am. Trusssst me."

"It is hard to do that when your cocks are standing out, Master."

He looked down with the other eye. So they were, both standing tall and firm. Likely a result of all the pheromones that he had encountered the night before, something that his body was somewhat weak towards.

Well, it would be something for him to get used to. The great naga slithered out of bed, groaning in the process, stretching to undo the kinks and knots that had been left in his muscles after all the fun that he'd enjoyed. There was plenty more to be had, for certain, but not just yet. And not before he knew what the flying serpents wished.

"Have we heard anything, Old Hump?" he asked, cracking his back.

"Little, sir. They have been remarkably tight-lipped."

"Tight-holed, too, I have little wonder."

"They have not accepted any offers that my people have made, no."

"Hmmm..."

Which meant that they weren't just here for a trade meeting, or for the chance to breed with his people, as Ni'Shalin had suggested. They were here for something more...discrete, perhaps. It would be interesting to see how long they kept that from him.

Of course, that didn't mean that they were going to be allowed to just hide it. He needed to move forward, after all, and that wasn't exactly possible while dealing with angry, hostile neighbors. He wanted the flying serpents on his side, a buffer zone to the Empire, and that would require a little more information. Not much, but some.

"Ssssend an invitation to them. We will ssspeak again today."

"You and the males, I assume."

"Yessss."

"They're already here."

"...You did sssay."

"Yes, Master, I did."

"I ssssuppossse I am no longer a young sssserpent."

"..."

"Thank you for not agreeing with me."

"You're welcome, Master."

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Lorenus met the flying serpents in the throne room, of course, and when he arrived, they were already waiting. They stood at attention, almost back to back before the throne, their arms folded behind their backs and their eyes glinting, keen. He wasn't altogether surprised there, but he did make note of it. They were still ill at ease here, and that meant that they were suspicious. He could not rely on his eye powers just breaking them down in a single gaze, not while the other was coming at him with a weapon.

"Gentlemen..."

He slithered between them, taking his time to come a little closer to the larger male - Ak'Talan - and brush against him before slithering to the throne proper. As he coiled about it, the other male cocked his head to the side. The serpent-man sniffed the air, flicking his tongue a few times. He looked...puzzled.

He smells Ni'Shalin.

Lorenus would have smiled if he felt a little more secure. To lord that over them would be pleasurable indeed, particularly when he was sure that he could take Ak'Talan into his coils, as well. Then it would be complete, a cuckolding of the party, showing them that they were all beneath him.

Yes, most enjoyable...but for now, a fantasy.

As he settled, he rested his hands on his coils. The two warriors shifted from foot to foot, obviously waiting for him to start the conversation. He declined, waiting to see what it would take for them to break and start it themselves.

It took about five minutes. Ak'Talan stepped forward.

"We wish to barter with you."

"Then you musssst have ssssomething to offer."

"We...do."

"And what would you assssk in return?"

"Great things."

"That issss unhelpfully vague. I am not a merchant."

"Neither are we."

Suspicion was proving most unhelpful in that moment, he had to admit. He understood it, and liked to play games with it, but it was not giving either of them what they wanted.

So, he leaned forward, changing the game with a question of his own.

"Do your people fear me?"

That knocked them on the back foot. The look of shock that spread across either face was not what he expected; they didn't look offended, like he had half-expected for someone challenging their bravery, but rather shocked and appalled, almost like someone that worried that they had offended someone, or given the wrong impression. But why would they be worried about that?

Ak'Talan looked at his younger colleague, then back at him. He held out his hands.

"No, we do not. If anything, we admire you."

"...Do you, now?"

"It is impossible for one man to win a war. Yet, you have won the war against the Empire. You conquered them on your own."

"That is not what happened."

"It is," Ak'Talan said. "We have seen their eyes. They do not look at their own. They look at you. They believe in you. This is not two kings. This is one."

...So, you see the truth.

Now, that made things interesting. He imagined that the other tribes across the various territories believed that he had bought his way into the Sizwe, that he had become someone powerful enough that they had to share power with him, or that they had offered him this for the chance to get more slaves. That was fine; it meant that they would underestimate him when the time for battle came.

But the flying serpents saw the truth. They knew that he had managed to steal the Empire out from under its old rulers, which meant that they were more perceptive than the rest. Something for him to keep in mind for the future, particularly when they were under him and of use.

For now, however...

"And what do you sssee, now?" he asked.

"A powerful man. A man that can lead wars."

"And do you wisssh war?"

"We want one...and for you to lead it."

Ak'Talan surprised him once more, and more so when the warrior lowered his head. Of all the things that the naga had imagined when they had come to meet him, this was far and away the thing that he had never expected. A willing submission rather than someone that he had to conquer, a warrior society that had come to someone that had won a battle that they never could. That...that was something that he could use.

He uncoiled from the throne, slithering down to the two serpents before him. Ak'Talan's younger partner lowered his head, as well, bowing at the waist. He slithered around the two of them, his coils touching their legs as he moved closer and closer.

"You wisssh me to lead you?"

"A man who can beat an Empire is a man that cannot lose."

"You will fight for me?"

"So long as you lead us."

Lorenus understood. A small nation that had barely managed to sustain itself at the edge of an Empire, yet had the powerful warriors that could keep an Empire at bay for so long, was a nation that was well-worth keeping under his thumb. However, the fact that they were merely fierce warriors without an intelligent leader meant that they would always be facing people that could outsmart them, force them to take different tacks.

They needed someone that could show them how to win, how to channel that power in a way that they couldn't on their own. That was something that the naga was very, very good at. He chuckled, hissing through his teeth.

"I think that we can come to an agreement..."

Ak'Talan looked up, meeting his eyes. There was pride there, bravery...and desperation. There was still something that they weren't telling him. Lorenus hissed softly.

"Of coursssse, there will be more to dissscussss assss time goessss on. We will be hammering thisss out for ssssome time."

"What do you want from us?" Ak'Talan asked.

"We will dissscussss that."

"What do you want?" he repeated.

"I told you. We will talk about that."

And in the meantime, the Old Hump's spies could start looking into the other things that they didn't know. Like, what was going on that meant the flying serpents were looking for a new battle leader...and what they weren't telling him about their own desperation...

The End