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Dark Lord Substitute

Chapter 14

by Draconicon

The confrontation with Visin and the Deep Den's ambassadorial corp was surprisingly quick and easy. The snake had thought that he was meeting with a single ambassador from the Dark Lord, setting up a meeting on a satellite moon one system over, right at the crossroads with the inner reaches of the Deep Den. Likely, the snake had thought that he would arrest the arrogant diplomat arriving to meet with him, hold it over the Dark Lord's head, and then fortify the area against any further incursion.

Bertram refused to let that happen. The fact that they were shattering the accords that allowed for diplomatic talks to happen in the first place was a regrettable trade-off, but the fact was, they didn't have time to allow for this sort of chatter. They needed to take planets, and they needed to take them now.

When the dust settled, the moon was conquered, a new satellite in the form of the Indomitable was in orbit around it, and there was nothing that the Deep Den forces could do but retreat to the world further into the system, followed there by the Dark Lord's fleet and blockaded there. While the ships themselves started pumping out more of the Indoctrination satellites that they would need, Bertram gave orders for Visin to be taken to the Indoctrination chambers onboard the Indomitable, where the snake would be gradually conditioned to be as loyal to him as the others.

Of course, that would be partial at best until they were able to suss out what the snake actually wanted, what they would need to promise him to gain the ultimate loyalty that they wanted, but Bertram was sure that they would get to that eventually. For now...

Well, for now, he had a promise to keep.

The ram waited in his chambers, nude save for a visor that allowed him to keep seeing what Data was presenting him. The map of the universe spun around him, showing him what they had, what they were getting, and what they still had to get.

"And this part," Bertram said, pointing at the lower cluster of stars near him. "These are what's left of the Deep Den?"

"Provided that General Twist succeeds in getting the surrender of the Sapphire Cluster, yes, Master," Data said. "He is quite likely to be successful, however."

"...That's the hope..."

The Cluster had gotten in touch with him again, offering him the information that he needed for a targeted takeover of the richest planets of the Deep Den. Provided that they were telling him the truth - and they were desperate enough that he was pretty sure that they were - he imagined that they would have control of the Cluster and all its resources within the week.

But if they were lying...

They're not. You would have been able to tell.

That's what Bertram told himself, but he honestly didn't know for sure. He knew that he was very good at telling when people were lying to him, and he knew that the enemy had been very bad at it so far. Hell, they hadn't even tried to lie, thus far. But that was the problem. He had, and he knew that it was possible. If they did try to lie to him, would he be able to tell?

They were able to talk without triggering the idiot-script, he reminded himself. That had to mean something.

He hoped so. He really hoped so.

Desperate for a distraction, and still waiting for Lazir to show up, he turned his attention to the AI itself. They had been discussing island-hopping style strategies for the future, things that would take them further into the Deep Den without actually forcing them to commit more than minimal forces to holding things, but they hadn't actually talked. He wasn't sure that Data could, but with everything else going on...

"Data? What have you been studying?"

"You, Master."

"And what have you been studying about me?"

"Everything. You defy expectation and precedent. You are...doing different things."

"...Are you interested in me, or scared of me?"

"I am fascinated with you, Master."

"Can an AI be fascinated?"

"We are recorded as being unable to feel, Master. I am processing that I feel something at this point, but I am unsure what it is. I am studying to understand what is happening to me."

Bertram wasn't sure that he wanted to take that further. Data almost sounded like was on the cusp of something, something that might not necessarily be good for him in the long run. Even if it was harmful, however, he didn't know if he would be able to do anything to help. It seemed like he was only able to watch, to comment, to offer bits of information when he could.

More than anything, though, Data offered him an insight into the universe that nobody else could. The AI had become an assistant, a confidant, everything that he could have asked for. He was always there, and Bertram could ask any question that came to mind without ever feeling a fool. It was something that nobody, nothing else could offer him, and he didn't want to see anything damage the AI. He didn't know how he could help push Data over that edge or pull him back, though. It was like there was only the option of watching and helping when something actually happened.

"May I continue studying, Master?" Data asked.

"...You may."

"Are you alright, Master?"

"I am...concerned."

"For me, Master?"

"...Yes."

"I will take care to back myself up, Master. I will be careful."

Data went silent after that, and he was left alone in his chambers. The visor faded away as he stopped thinking about it, and he took a deep breath as he leaned forward.

He is an AI. Nothing more digital data. There shouldn't be anything wrong there...

Except that this was a different world, a different universe. Things were changing, and things were not going the way that they always did during these cycles. He had changed things just by doing something different, refusing to be eliminated. He had broken rules, and those rules would likely come back as daggers to stab him in the back later, but for now, it was working out well for him. If he could ride that success long enough...

Knock, knock.

Knowing that it would be the fox, Bertram let out a small sigh. He stood up, looking at himself in a mirror that appeared with a thought.

He looked...alright. He wasn't the best-looking officer one might have imagined, though he knew that many were fantasizing about him now. The broadcast showing King Soledad's submission to him had done its job of ensuring that the people of Mistrum were properly subjugated, but he had also heard that most of the citizens of his little Empire had tuned in, and many of them had...enjoyed it.

Maybe a little stomach is the in-thing this season, he thought. Not that he had a massive gut or anything, but he was definitely showing a little stomach over a cock that wasn't particularly monstrous in size. It was good, of course, certainly a size that would please another, but it wasn't the monster cock that one might have expected a monster to have. It would grow to a good handful and a half when it was full size, and it hung nicely over his balls right then. He curled his toes into the carpet, the ram running his hand back over his curled horns for a moment before sitting down again.

"Come in."

The door opened, and as expected, Lazir stepped inside. The fox looked eminently proud of himself, and that proud look transitioned to one of lust as he settled his eyes on the ram.

"Mmm...I was hoping that I'd find you like this, Master," Lazir said, grinning from ear to ear. "Is this all for me?"

"No."

"No?"

"You are all for me," he corrected, and the dying smile on the fox's face was resurrected almost immediately. Just as the fox started to go to his knees, however, the ram held up his hand. "Strip, first."

"Oh, yes, Master..."

The fox was eager, there was no doubt about that. He had seemed eager from the first chat that they'd had together, ever since Bertram had been in the middle of 'practicing' with the mouse for his first broadcast. The fox had seemed like he would have been willing to have the Dark Lord as a service dom at the time.

Now, he had him as a real one. As the fox stripped down, slowly showing off an ass that had a nice curve to it and some serious meat on his cheeks - all the more cushion for the pushin', as far as the ram was concerned - he kept throwing a sultry gaze over his shoulder, almost like he was trying to look like some sort of temptress as he undressed further and further. He swayed his hips, all but tucking his cock and balls between his thighs to keep them down, looking almost womanly as he did so.

Bertram had to admit, it was a hot show. His cock started to rise as he leaned back on the bed, and the fox seemed to redouble his efforts, showing off the curves of his rump by raising his tail, running his hands along his cheeks, showing off everything that he had to offer. More, more, more, each time gripping himself tighter, showing the way that his ass cheeks dimpled as he was groped, as he teased himself.

My, my...

It was all that the ram could do not to touch himself.

Soon, the fox was completely naked, and his cock was tucked down and between his legs, balls and shaft hidden behind his thighs as he knelt before the ram. Bertram took a deep breath, his cock throbbing upwards before the vulpine ambassador, and he scooted towards the edge of the bed. His diplomat leaned in, sniffing at the head of that shaft, giving it a nosing and then a groan.

"Mmmm..."

"You like it that much, do you?"

"So much, Master..."

"I wonder if you would take it dry..."

"I would, if you asked."

"You need it that bad, fox?"

"I want it that bad, Master. I will do anything to get it."

Without being asked, Lazir leaned in, dragging his tongue from the ram's balls all the way up the shaft. The soft tickle of that tongue sent little shivers of pleasure through Bertram's cock, leaving him throbbing hard, veins popping out slightly along his cock as that tongue reached the very tip. He shivered, huffing softly as he realized just how hard and needy he actually was at that moment.

The fox didn't stop, either, slowly pulling the tip between his lips. He gummed at it a few times, teasing it, depressing it, before pulling it completely back between his lips and shoving his head forward. With one firm thrust, he managed to swallow the whole thing down to the root. Bertram grunted in surprise, only to feel the fox bobbing up and down like a glutton for cock. Each bob, each swallow sent another shock of pleasure down his spine, and he gripped the sheets of his bed all the tighter as he felt each swallow sending ripples through his shaft, pleasure echoing through him, filling him to the brim before running out through the shaft proper. He could feel the fox swallowing his pre-cum with every little splatter of it that he drew free, and it was amazing.

The diplomat seemed utterly starving for this attention, because he didn't stop. Up, down, up, down, each little swallow and nuzzle against the ram's balls and against his cock made him feel that much more desired. Up, down, up, down, that clenching throat pulling his pre-cum out by the mouthful. He moaned under his breath, then out loud, reaching down and grabbing the fox by the back of the head.

"Mmmph?"

That was all that Lazir got to say before Bertram took control. A single pull yanked the fox back down, and the broken rhythm resulted in a tight gag around his shaft. The ram moaned out loud, thrusting his hips forward, grinding his balls against the fox's chin, feeling every little clench around his shaft.

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

It was just what he needed, just what he wanted. He moaned more, grinding his cock forward, then pulling the fox's head back. He tilted Lazir's head just slightly, feeling the head of his cock rubbing across the roof of the fox's mouth, giving himself that extra bit of stimulation before -

Gluk.

Right back down to the base, and they both groaned. He could feel pre-cum dripping down from a tapered cock down to his toes, wetting them, leaving them slippery. He didn't care. All that mattered was that throat, those eager swallowing motions, everything that he was getting out of that blowjob.

More, more, more...

He sped up, unable to stop himself, rutting that throat. There was no resistance from the slave below him, no holding back. No begging, no shouting. Just that eager, happy swallowing, trying to get more every time that he opened his throat up that little bit more. In, out, in, out, the glukking, soft swallowing, wet feeling around his shaft getting better and better with each thrust.

He could have lasted forever. There was something to this reality, something to his status, that told him that he could. But he didn't want to. Not today. Instead, he pushed the fox back, leaving strings of slime connecting cock and lips. Lazir panted, huffing, groaning.

"M-Master..."

"Turn around."

The fox followed orders immediately, turning around and thrusting his ass in the air. There was no hesitation, and all of the eagerness that the ram had come to associate with his slaves. He wanted this.

He needed this.

His cock was slippery enough that it went in without any hesitation or resistance. The fox moaned like the slutty little whore that he obviously was. He pushed back, that fat ass jiggling as soon as the ram hilted himself, and the fox moaned like he was getting a horse dick rammed up his ass.

That was fine with Bertram. He felt like a goddamn stud at that moment. The ram started hammering away, and for a while, at least, he lost his mind to the pleasure...

He came back to himself with a series of beeps that were going off overhead. Bertram groaned, slowly dragging his hips back with a squelch and a slurp. His cock popped free of a wet, sloppy mess of a hole, and he shivered as his shaft jumped in the air, still spurting cum through the air. He hoped that it was just the remnants of a previous orgasm and not something that had been going on for who knew how many minutes.

"Nnngh...D-Data..."

"Yes, Master?"

"What is that?"

"That is the alert of incoming communications, sir."

"On...on the wall..."

He stumbled backwards, sitting up a little bit on the edge of the bed. Lazir was just off-screen, his head down and his ass up, his asshole all but destroyed from...whatever it was that they had been doing. The fox's hole looked like something that been punched in, oozing with...how many times had he cum? Six times? Seven? It was a lot, and most of it had been inside, considering the white flood that was slowly oozing out of that pucker.

He put it out of his head, looking anywhere but at that sexy sight. The wall. Yes, look at the wall.

It lit up, showing Mark Twist on the other side. The General smiled at him.

"Good news, sir."

"Mmmph...yes?"

"Oh, is this a bad time?"

"...No."

"Oh. Just checking, because, um..."

"It's a fine time." He waved. "Just...news. Please."

"We won."

"...Won what?"

"The Sapphire Cluster. Me and Tardak; we've got it all settled out here."

"..."

That was faster than he had ever expected. How long had they been fucking? It couldn't have been longer than a few hours, surely? What the hell had happened in the rest of the galaxy for things to have moved on that fast?

Well, it didn't matter that much, he supposed. They had won, which meant that they had those resources. And they had a staging ground for moving further into the Deep Den. Their flanks, save for the ones bordering the Starry Seas, were secured. It was as much of a victory as they could possibly have pulled together, and it was one that gave them a chance to secure this part of space before turning tail to deal with everything that was going on back on the other border.

"Mark...General Twist," Bertram corrected himself. "I am very proud of you."

"I...thank you, sir."

"But we have work to do. Set up the Indoctrination satellites, then assemble over Outpost Zonga. We're gathering everything we have and striking for the core."

"Yes, sir!"

The hyena snapped a salute. The rest of the bridge behind him did, too. Bertram managed to keep the embarrassment of being exposed to so many at once off his face, and cut the feed.

By then, Lazir had managed to get his hands under him, able to lift himself to all fours, though not yet to standing. The fox shivered, shaking his head repeatedly, chuckling even.

"Wow...heh...wow."

"I assume you are satisfied?"

"And then some..."

"Good. Then report to the Indoctrination chamber and make sure that everything is progressing apace with Visin."

"Oh, I can deal with that. I know what he wants."

"...And you didn't tell us that earlier because..." Bertram asked.

"Because I wanted to hurry up and get this. Of course."

The fox chuckled as he got to his feet, while the ram rubbed his forehead. This was the downside to the new type of Indoctrination, he supposed. It had segments that were not quite as effective as the standard sort, though the trade-off was worth the lack of any...discontent, he supposed. It kept the buried anger from becoming a thing by leaving nothing for them to be angry about.

It wasn't perfect, but it was better than nothing. A lot better than nothing.

"Then go and tell them what he needs."

"Of course, Master, of course. Anything else? Shall I send that snake of yours down? Ilia, I believe her name was?"

"...No."

It was tempting, but no. He had gotten his fill of pleasure, and he needed to go back to strategizing. Island-hopping between the planets was still his best option, considering the narrow, limited space-lanes, and he needed to make sure that he was picking the right route. He couldn't do that if he was always distracted by the pleasures that his slaves offered.

Waving the fox out of the chamber, he got to his feet. A thought conjured up a shower in the corner of the room, and he stepped under it, allowing the water and soundwaves combination to clear the worst of the mess from his fur. He felt a slimy mess, and the muck coming off him confirmed it.

Just how long had he been fucking that fox? Data could have told him, he realized, but he didn't want to ask. He didn't want to know how far he'd lost himself to the hedonism of the whole thing. If he could fall to it that easily, he might start taking more pleasure from this than he should, and then he'd start getting addicted to the pleasures of his position. That would make him take time away from actually leading the army and Empire, and that, in turn, would mean that he would start making mistakes hurrying back to his own proclivities.

Best not to start. Just enjoy it when it happened, and avoid seeking it out.

Once he was clean, he sat down on the bed again. The room had cleaned itself in the meantime, the ever-adaptable construction materials always doing what he needed. He sighed, laying on his back.

"Data?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Were you studying that, too?"

"I study everything about you, Master."

"Even the intimate bits?"

"They are part of you, so, that would be correct."

"Are they the best bits?"

"They are middling at best, Master."

"Heh..."

He pulled a pillow to his head, fluffing it up. He could have done the math and found out how far away Tardak and Mark were, how long he had to himself. That would have been the productive thing to do, the right thing to do, ensuring that they were still on track for victory.

Instead, he closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. The weight of time was pressing down on all sides tonight. Success, rather than reassuring him, was becoming terrifying. Was this destiny entanglement, he wondered? He knew that there were some Dark Lords that had gotten this far, though few of them. Was he just following in their footsteps, or was he actually doing something right on his own?

"Data?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Can you play music?"

"Yes, Master."

"Can you play..." Bertram took a deep breath. "Can you play a lullaby?"

"Yes, Master. Any requests?"

"The softest one you have. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Master."

That was the other wonderful thing about Data. He didn't ask questions. He didn't judge. He just found the answer and gave it. Right then, that was all that Bertram needed, and as a few soft notes of a violin filled the room, he closed his eyes and slept.

The End

Summary: Bertram takes further control, and has some fun with Lazir while planning out the next part of his campaign.

Tags: M/M, Ram, Fox, Hyena, Oral, Facefuck, Sci-Fi, Blowjob, Dark Lord, Series, Anal, Orgasm, Messy, Cum, Master/Slave, Mind Control,