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Sampetra's location close to the equator meant it was usually hot and humid, enough to be uncomfortable for beasts with fur, but some days the wind blew in fast and wet and carried the warmth away. Grey clouds poured rain and stopped as suddenly as they had started when the wind carried them off. Corsairs puffed up their pelts and wrapped their cloaks tight, and Monitors left outside duties to the Trident-rats and sat close to a steaming fire.

In deference to the wet weather, Ublaz wore practical seaboots and a waterproof green canvas cloak over his finery as he took a brisk cliffside walk to survey his little island empire. Cooler days reminded him of the temperate forests of his youth, before he ever sailed, and he found it quite pleasant. If he got wet or muddy, it was just another excuse to spend an hour or so washing and grooming again, not that he needed one. The cloak flowed down to the ground, long enough to tuck under himself so he could comfortably sit on the wet grass, and so he did, gazing out at the restless ocean and picking imaginary knots out of his tailfur.

The rushing and rustling of water and grass covered up most sound, but he hadn't lived as an Emperor this long without keeping his ears open; they perked and twitched above the ear-straps holding his hood in place, making his earrings jingle. Somebeast approached, much to his surprise. This cliffside was rarely travelled, an inconvenient distance as it was from the docks and thus from anywhere the visiting corsairs would consider interesting. As they got closer he picked up the scent. Stoat. Slightly drunken stoat, perhaps seeking a dose of courage in a bottle before challenging him. He put a paw to his ever-present sword and stood up to face his visitor.

"What did ya do to me brother?"

Barranca, brother of Conva, was bigger, bolder, and brasher than his brother. Possibly enough so to be a threat. Ublaz stepped around him to put Barranca between himself and the cliff's edge. Better be careful here.

"Kindly address your Emperor with more respect," he said coldly, keeping one paw on the sword and ready at any moment to lay his ears back and push his hood off with the other. Slight inconvenience of hoods, they shadowed his eyes too much. The misty air might also be a hindrance, but if he got up close enough... "And I can't imagine what you mean."

"Yeah, yer do." Barranca held his own cutlass in front of himself protectively, not threatening just yet but ready to block a swipe. "I saw him comin' outta yer room, he looked drugged. I knows damn well wot those mad eyes can do, mate. What'd yer make him do?"

"Nothing," Ublaz said, then amended "Nothing he didn't fully appreciate," and for once that was true.

Barranca scoffed. "Yeah, right. 'E won't talk to me - me! His own brother! 'E's never kept 'is mouth shut around me afore. You hurt him, I knows it, an' I reckon I knows how!" He darted forward and swung his sword in a disarming strike which Ublaz quickly blocked. A disarming strike, not a lethal one? Ublaz narrowed his eyes; this could be interesting.

"Rest assured your brother is not hurt," he said, parrying again, bracelets rattling. He looked the stoat up and down and added, intentionally goading, "Perhaps he just doesn't want to share."

Barranca snarled and pressed forward harder, swinging wildly, angry enough that Ublaz was having some trouble making it look like he was struggling to defend himself. Best to let the opponent feel overconfident, after all. Both of them had to focus to avoid slipping on the wet grass, and Barranca sensibly directed his attack to drive them both back away from the cliff edge - not trying to push the marten off? Curious. Did he want him alive? Why?

Ublaz realised the stoat's probable plan, and tried to keep pretending to be concerned. It was hard to keep the smirk down. If he was wrong, he'd have to rethink on the fly, but he'd done that before. He continued parrying for a few moments, then when his footpaw slid on a wet patch, he let himself slip and allowed Barranca to flick the sword from his paw. It sailed off behind him and landed in the grass just out of reach. If Barranca had had lethal intentions he'd have been in trouble, but probably not as much as Barranca thought; Ublaz knew how to get under a swordbeast's reach and catch them with his stare. Instead, the stoat pounced, dropping his own sword, and clasped one paw around the Emperor's wrists and the other over his snout. He didn't dare look Ublaz in the eye, instead keeping his gaze fixed on the marten's stifled snarl.

"Heh." Barranca pushed Ublaz down to the ground. "I know what'll get my brother feelin' better. Hear of eye for an eye?"

Ublaz surreptitiously tried to keep his waterproof cloak spread out beneath him to keep himself off the wet, filthy grass and mud. A bit of the rough stuff was quite refreshing, but he didn't have to be so messy about it. "Wh-wha-?" he said when Barranca moved his paw, trying to sound surprised, before Barranca's tongue forced into his mouth, slithering over his teeth, filling his mouth with the taste of seaweed grog. If Ublaz had really wanted to fight back he could have bitten down, but Barranca was evidently too full of himself to consider that. He pulled back, obviously smug.

"I tell Conva wot I'm gonna do to yer, 'e'll never be afeared of ye again, will 'e? Nought to fear in a beast who lay down this easy."

"I don't know, I hear most creatures are still quite frightened of your mother."

Barranca hit him across the face, and Ublaz flinched - that really had hurt, and worse, it might bruise badly enough to swell up. He'd have to get a cold compress on it as soon as he could, which regrettably meant making sure Barranca didn't take too long. Pity, but then it would be one more thing he could laugh at later. Barranca was riding high on anger and triumph, he should be quite easy to tip over the edge. No sense in getting it over with too soon, though. That would be boring.

Barranca's paws, pads as rough and hard as boot leather from seasons at sea, unclipped the neck of the Emperor's cloak, leaving the hood on to cover those dangerous eyes, and started work on the clothing beneath. He fumbled around one-pawed for a moment, then tugged Ublaz' waist-sash off, shaking a brace of daggers out, and used it to tie the marten's paws. Ublaz rolled his eyes under the hood; silk was far too slippery to hold a prisoner properly, unless tied tight enough to cut off circulation, but he wasn't about to risk Barranca tying him in a way he couldn't escape from. He opened his mouth to fake another protest and Barranca's tongue blocked his words again.

The stoat likewise made short work of finding the daggers in his boots, tossing those and the paw-wraps underneath aside too and shoving his way in between the marten's legs. It seemed he would be left as bare and vulnerable as the captain could make him. Ublaz whined in genuine distress when Barranca ripped the golden buttons off his green jacket and lilac-coloured silk shirt and pocketed them. He didn't mind ruining clothes, as such, he had plenty and it was a fun way to show off his wealth (and virility), but he resented a ruffian doing it for him. Besides, he'd liked those buttons; it would take days for replacements to be made and they'd never be quite the same.

Barranca cackled, thinking everything was going according to plan. "Shame I can't be bothered untyin' and re-tyin' ya. Better just cut these off." He started hacking away at the arms of the Emperor's coat and shirt.

"Cut the seams at least, you tasteless blaggard-mmf!"

Barranca kissed him again, taking the time to grind down hard on his groin. Young, hot-blooded, and drunk on power, the stoat was already clearly aroused, pulse beating hard in what felt like a perfectly serviceably-sized shaft. Good; Ublaz wouldn't have to fake his reactions too much. He was already starting to feel some stirring, just from the rough handling. What kind of mighty king of corsairs would he be if he couldn't take what he dished out?

When Barranca pulled away, he looped his own belt around the marten's long snout, pulling it as tight as it would go and rendering him gagged, looping one end through the hood's ear-hole to keep him blinded as well. "Still don't get it, princess? 'Tis me givin' the orders here! Ha, but don't fret. It'll only sting a li'l the first time..."

First? Ublaz was glad for the belt stifling his laughter. Barranca got the message himself quite quickly, though, once he'd got the marten's loose pants and breechclout pulled down around his thighs, slicked himself up with his own spit, and driven in as roughly as he could. Ublaz knew perfectly well how to relax and accept it, and he wasn't afraid enough to be tense at all. He expected the stoat to be either angry or amused, and got the latter.

"Ha! Ole high-an'-mighty's done this afore!" he laughed, cuffing the marten's shoulder as if they were sharing a joke. "Wait'll I tell Conva!"

Ublaz pretended to struggle, making muffled noises through the belt.

"Tryin' to get away, huh?" Barranca pinned him down at the shoulders with one paw and awkwardly yanked at the Emperor's remaining lower clothing until it came off entirely, to be dumped on the wet grass. Ugh, walking back wearing that was going to be fun... "Ye sure ye wanna leave this behind?" he snickered, pulling back and thrusting in at a bad angle and not quite as far in as he probably thought he was doing.

Still, spread out fully naked but for earrings and bangles, footpaws over the stoat's shoulders, Ublaz was finally fully hard and thoroughly enjoying himself as Barranca's paws wandered over his body, through his fur. Nothing got him off quite like being appreciated, no matter the form it took. He couldn't clearly see Barranca's expression, but that was fine. He could easily imagine a look of fascination and satisfaction. He arched and moaned theatrically, thinking about the ugly doxies in the taverns and how Barranca would surely never be so lucky with his partners' beauty again. He remained wary in case Barranca decided to inflict more pain in "revenge" for his brother, half expecting a punch to the balls or paws around his neck, but Barranca seemed happy with ravishing him into submission. Not surprising; he was putting on a very entertaining show, if he did say so himself. Barranca was buying it, anyway.

"Knew ye'd fold once I got inside ya," he hissed, breathing roughly in the Emperor's ear. "Some emperor you are. Ye're my jill now. My quean - ha! Stop me if ye've heard that one afore!"

Ublaz had, and it might even have been funny the first thousand or so times, but Barranca found a better angle and suddenly he wasn't really in a mood to complain.

Barranca took him fast and rough, muttering filthy words all the time, leaving his immaculate pelt ruffled and wrecked. Ublaz even forgot about his plans to treat his bruised face quickly, bliss distracting him from the fading sting. When he clenched down and rolled his hips and panted and moaned through his gag, it was now from real desire.

Much to Ublaz' proud satisfaction, Barranca orgasmed first, gasping like he'd run a mile. He didn't pull out immediately, instead leaning down and bending the marten almost in half and pulling the belt off his snout."How's... oof... that then?" he stuttered out, breathing too hard to be very intimidating. "Got it? Know yer place... leave Conva 'lone... ohh..."

"Fine! Fine, I won't go near your brother again." He said nothing about Conva returning to him, of course. "Just..." He jerked his hips up, pressing into Barranca's belly fur. "Just let me finish..." Ublaz had to swallow back angry spit at the thought of saying the next word to a beast under his command, but he forced it from his mouth. "... please!"

"Ha... knew it... big ol' trollop..." Barranca feigned a gracious bow. "Since ye asked so polite-like..." He reached down and took the Emperor's erection in his paw, the roughness of his fingers soothed by plentiful pre-come, and kissed him again as he finished the job. Ublaz arched his back and groaned, muffled, until the last drop landed, then relaxed and let Barranca flop heavily onto him. Luckily he was strong enough to shift the stoat's weight and move his legs into a comfier position, and he let them both lie quietly for a moment, letting themselves float back down to earth.

"Haaa..." Barranca took a deep breath and huffed it out, pushing himself back up onto all fours. "So... so I made m' point?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Now he thought about it, Ublaz really wasn't sure why Barranca thought this would make him *less* likely to bother Conva, but he felt magnanimous enough not to confuse the poor creature. He even helped Barranca tug his pants back up and quietly attended to his own wet and crumpled clothes while the stoat retrieved his sword. Barranca was clearly in a good mood too; he handed Ublaz his own sword back with no argument, and neither of them tried to stab the other. All around, it was oddly peaceable.

"I'm tellin' Conva 'bout this," Barranca said. "You hurt 'im, 'e comes right to me, I come to you. Got it? We fight or rut, don't make no difference to me." He winked. "Same thing, could be."

"Right..." Ublaz pulled back his hood, head bowed until Barranca let his guard down. A quick look up from under his curly-whiskered eyebrows and Barranca was stock-still, entranced. "Meanwhile, I think it would be an excellent idea if you took a walk in that direction." He pointed off the cliff.

Luckily for Barranca, the cliff was short and sloped; when he stepped off, he didn't so much fall as roll, coming to his senses as he hit the first bump. Ublaz listened to the thumps, screamed curses, and the splash at the bottom, and started on his uncomfortable, damp route back to the castle, laughing all the way.