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Unfortunately, the bargaining would take some time before the skunks were willing to commit to coming to the table. While their central fortification had been taken by the lions and Lorenus's orca slaves, securing a hole in their defenses that would be more than serviceable to get any of his forces to the other side, the skunks were well-aware that a naga had helped the lions with the battle. They weren't about to allow anyone to make a deal with someone that could steal their minds without at least some pretense at preparation.

He knew that had been likely, but had hoped that the skunks would be as tribally stupid as the lions were. So much for that particular hope.

When the lion messenger had left, bringing the news to Yukeci, Jahari and the other feline warriors, Lorenus curled all the tighter around his jackal perch. The thought of his conquest being delayed due to the pride of the other side bothered him, but there was little that he could do without starting the war up again.

Much as he'd like to push things, he knew that they were in a delicate situation. To actually overwhelm the other two forts and force a complete and total surrender would require using all their available forces, and if it failed - which it had a chance of doing - then the skunks would be able to counterattack, throwing all his plans out the window. Even if he won, the attack would gain him little more than time, and at that moment, lives were more important than a few extra days.

Pride aside, he had to allow the skunks their time to come to the table willingly. They didn't have much of a choice. The lions would be coming north with reinforcements, and he had more soldiers on the march from the coast to shore up their ranks. Even if the skunks had more warriors from their tribe coming to the ravine, they wouldn't be able to dig them out, not after Lorenus's reinforcements arrived.

It was posturing, nothing more than that, and hoping that they could come up with a way to avoid being hypnotized by his gaze. They couldn't stop that, but they could make him pay in time while they tried to find a way.

He gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw in annoyance until it hurt. His jackal said nothing, merely staring straight ahead, even when Lorenus clenched his coils tighter around the canine.

"Hmmph."

There was no response below, and eventually, the naga emperor loosened his grip. He needed a distraction, and the obvious one was probably best.

"Take me to the orcasssss."

The jackal set off at a wordless jog, legs pumping as they ran through the fortified camp. It was easy enough to find where the orcas were kept; all one had to do was follow the smell.

The lions and the other species under his banner were deliberately avoiding the stalls the orcas had been shoved in after the battle. Some were likely ignoring the injured individuals, considering that the warriors showed no sign of pain and were likely to injure themselves while moving around after the fight. Some likely didn't want to be there when the orcas started fucking each other, considering that seeing wounded men fight and fuck wasn't that arousing for most people and could be downright disgusting for others.

But, personally, he thought that they were avoided because most of the men found them scary. Not only for the way that they were so powerful in battle - though that had been eerie enough - but also in their singleminded pursuit of the pleasure that they craved so much. Nobody was safe from that unless Lorenus pointed them out as off-limits, and even that didn't entirely stick in the orca consciousness. The only one that was guaranteed safe was himself, and there were moments when he didn't entirely trust even that.

The stalls had a zone of thirty feet around them where nobody walked, nobody approached. One healer, a lion that had been called in to deal with the wounded, was the only exception, and the white-furred lion groaned as he stepped out from the high-walled stalls, rubbing his ass. Lorenus chuckled as his jackal came to a halt, and the naga unwound himself from his walking support.

"They are sssstill eager, hmm?"

"They won't stop," the lion said, shaking his head. "I barely got the bandages on them before they started again."

"Hmmm...a dilemma."

"Yeah, no joke. They're opening their wounds again and again."

"I promissssed them pleasssssure."

"Well, you might want to un-promise that; they'll bleed to death if they keep fucking while they should be resting."

The naga narrowed his eyes, looking past the lion at the stalls again. He could hear the grunts coming over the walls, and he could already imagine those big bodies grinding, thrusting, humping against each other.

It was a problem that he hadn't considered. Yes, he'd known that the orcas were going to need massive amounts of pleasure to be focused through the drug coursing through their veins, and yes, he'd known that they were going to be a problem if they didn't get it. However, he hadn't thought that it would be this problematic. The idea had been to break them so that they needed to cum, not completely shatter their minds so that they could only think of that, ignoring their body's needs to recover.

He'd have to see to that. It was something that could only be solved with a naga's particular touch.

"I will take care of it."

"I hope so, sir."

"One thing."

"Hmm?"

He turned his attention back to the lion. Their eyes met, and the lion's body immediately went limp and slack, his mouth opening as Lorenus slithered closer. Their minds came close to touching, but didn't quite slide together as he whispered.

"Don't call me ssssir. Call me 'masssster.'"

"Yes...master..."

"Good."

He let the lion go, and the feline darted away with all due speed. It was almost comical, and he chuckled, hissing through his teeth.

"He will remember that, I hope. Now...to work."

Slithering to the stall door, he opened it and peered inside. As expected, it was a mess.

The earth was all but mud in many places, the entire room covered with the spent seed of the orca males. Most of them reeked of sweat, too, stained with it from head to toe, and they were dripping as they grabbed themselves, and each other, trying to find either a partner to get off in or on, or at least get some relief from their constantly horny cocks.

It was the problem with cukani. In mild doses, it just created a desperate addiction to the stimulant, encouraging someone to take it again and again to get off with that high until they needed it to get off at all. With the orcas, however, with the hyper-powerful version that they'd got, and how it had been applied through the skin, they were addicts to orgasms. Pleasure was all that they could think of, relief the only thing that cured the quasi-pain that they were in at all times with that mental edging going on. It required more than any other species could give, and probably more than even their bodies could sustain at this pace.

He slithered past the open door, and all eyes turned to him. They panted, never ceasing their fucking, but they stared at him nonetheless.

"Master..."

They could barely speak these days, but they knew that word. They knew who owned them. Lorenus smiled as he slithered between them, affectionately stroking their bodies with scaly fingers and long tail. They panted at his touch, offering themselves up, spreading their legs, curling their toes. Their cocks throbbed as he passed by, and they moaned for more.

It was expected, but it wasn't a solution.

Panning his eyes around the room, he eventually spotted one of the more-injured orcas, one with a bandage over his leg and stitches down the back of his calf, and an eyepatch over one possibly empty socket. He slithered to that one, stopping at the bedside as the orca tried and failed to get up, leg failing him. The emperor pushed the injured orca back into bed, looming over him.

"Ssssstop thissss."

"Need...cum."

"You will get it."

"Need...now...Promised..."

"I did, and I will keep that promissssse."

He leaned forward and locked eyes with the orca. It was even easier than usual to slip between this world and the orca's mental one, and he imagined it would be easier still with all the others.

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_In the empty space of the orca's mind, there were only two things: the urge to survive, and the urge to cum. Everything else had been broken by the massive dose of cukani, leaving nothing for the orca to rely on. There was no history, no memory of pride, nothing but the remnants of body memory and the training that had been instilled in the muscles. From those two things hung one mental chain that hung down, combining the two and linking them with a chain of simple loyalty to the naga's commands. _

_Such was the same in every orca's mind, but seeing what had happened to them since the battle, Lorenus knew that more was needed. Unlike the other minds, there wasn't even an orca to find, no avatar to actually interact with. Too much had been ripped away, leaving behind only floating, ghostly cocks and strings of old cum hanging from the corners of the orca's mind. Here and there, weapons flashed with ghostly light, but they were short-lived, disappearing before they could do anything. _

_He set to work. The chain that hung between them was altered, added to by his force of will. He hung accessories, ornaments, and then added the weight of his presence to them. The weight of respect and pleasure, he hoped, would eventually drag down on the chain and create other things that it connected rather than just the urge to cum and the urge to survive. If he could create things through that - _

_But such things would only be known in time. For now, he had other things that he needed to add. Like a command to ease their urges. _

_He imagined another accessory, this one imitating a pair of golden balls that hung down in a hefty sac. It wasn't dissimilar from what hung between the legs of every orca male, and as he held it in his mind's eye, it appeared before him. He took in the details, altered a few things in the heft and size of it, and then imagined it with a band just above the balls, a band with a lock on it, and the lock had a command on it. _

'I relieve you.'

It was a simple statement, but it would hopefully do quite a bit for his soldiers, and keep them under control. He hung it delicately among the others - ranging from simple attack commands to greater loyalty - and then pulled away.

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The process was repeated with one orca after another, but by the end of the day, every orca had been implanted with the new commands and mental accessories. None of them showed any sign of knowing what had happened to them, but they were less restless and more likely to stay in their bedrolls by the end of it.

He slithered between them, his hands behind his back as he made his way back to the stall door. It was like looking down at a buffet line of muscular men, each male leaning back and showing off his bulging pecs, his thick shaft, his heavy balls. They sweated, shimmered, stank of sex and musk and more. They panted with need, showing off but not able to touch themselves for reasons that they didn't understand.

Lorenus reached the door out of the stalls and stopped. He turned in place, his hands still pressed behind his back as he smiled.

"I relieve you."

With no more than those three words, dozens of orcas lifted their hips at once, cumming on command. They screamed, moaned, even whimpered in relief as their seed rained forward, firing from their cocks and landing in ropes and strings down the path that Lorenus had just slithered between. He smiled and repeated himself.

"I relieve you."

Another explosive series of moans and orgasmic cries filled the air as the orcas came again, their balls pulling up tight, their cocks throbbing and dancing, twitching and spraying their seed every which way. Considering they laid in two rows facing one another, a goodly number of their cumshots landed on the soles of the orcas across from them.

"I relieve you."

He repeated it a third time, and they moaned, falling back, panting, shaking from head to toe as a third set of cumshots was milked from their balls. They groaned, shivering, shaking, sweat drops rolling down their bodies in visible lines.

"I relieve you."

The fourth statement seemed to wring the last of their seed from their balls, leaving what little was left un-marked drenched with seed. He smiled to himself, hissing contentedly as he slithered away.

His jackal waited for him, as did the healer. The white lion blinked.

"What did you do, Master?"

"I healed them."

"...How?"

"I gave them a way to get off quickly. You sssshould have a few hourssss at leasssst before you need me again. Call me if they sssstart acting up."

The End