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Some days after the chill winds had passed, it was once again as warm as usual and so Ublaz planned to sleep with his window open. He viewed it almost as a challenge to the public, confident that his Monitors and Trident-rats would keep out any threats or thieves. He threw the shutters wide, standing near-naked in front of the window, too far up for anybeast on the ground to see him clearly, for several long moments before closing the curtains. Smugly, he imagined passersby catching a glimpse of his shining cream belly fur and snugly wrapped silk breechclout and taking a second glance to be sure they really had seen him. Lucky them.

One last quick grooming with his claws, just in case he'd missed any loose hairs, and he sprawled and stretched on his likewise-silken sheets, yawning about as gracefully as any creature can yawn. He didn't pull the covers over himself, appreciating the contrast between the warm air and the cool fabric. The very last thing he did was hang up his crown on a bedside stand, and soon he dozed off, dreaming of pearls.

It was deep in the small hours and velvety-dark in the room when he was woken again by somebeast's tongue halfway down his throat. From the scent surrounding him and the shape of the snout on his, it was a fox. Luckily for them, in his surprise he opened his mouth rather than snapping it shut, making a muffled noise. He fumbled for the knife under his pillows, which he'd always assumed he wouldn't need. Of course it was far harder to find in the darkness and slippery sheets than he'd hoped, so he gave up and shoved the intruder away with an open empty paw.

"Bleh!" Ublaz scrubbed his tongue with his paw. "Have you corsairs never heard of cleaning your fangs?"

On the new moon night, there was little light to see by, but there was only one fox among the common frequenters of Sampetra. The rattling of a knife bandolier as the intruder laughed confirmed that it could only be Rasconza. "What, that's yer objection? Ha! Barranca was right."

"Eh? Oh, that blabbermouth... Forget him. How did you even get in here? I have guards..."

"Sagitar thinks I'm here to kill ya. She kept 'er rats off my trail and offered a key."

Ublaz groaned. "She offered? You didn't take it?"

"Ain't been the palace built that's foxproof, friend. Cunning, remember."

"Ah, so you decided to use your fabled cunning for climbing in windows instead of knocking over dustbins. Stepping up in the world, are you?" Ublaz made a note to remove any potential pawholds from the outside of the building and possibly fit a wire mesh to the window next time he wanted it open. That probably wouldn't be enough to hold off a determined fox either, but it was the principle of the thing.

"Watch it, mate, if I were you I wouldn't be usin' yer slut mouth fer talkin'." Rasconza pushed Ublaz back onto the bed, looming over him and running his claws through the emperor's soft fluffy pelt. In the faint starlight his teeth glimmered. "I want my share o' tail."

Ublaz struggled about as hard as he had with Barranca, more from annoyance than any actual fear. He tried to use his hypnotic stare to his advantage, but cursed mentally as he realised it was far too dark - Rasconza couldn't see his eyes properly at all. "Don't- no, get off me! Take your dirty boots off my bed - and be careful with those knives, you're going to rip my sheets! Do you have no sense of decorum?" When Rasconza instead tried harder to pin him down, he pulled one paw free and slapped the fox across the face. Not a punch, he wasn't trying to knock him out or really hurt him. If that happened, Rasconza might actually leave, and circumstances notwithstanding he wasn't going to turn down a free lay.

"Ah!" Rasconza put a paw to his ruffled cheek, more surprised than stung. "Gettin' feisty, eh? I s'pose ye liked Barranca better, he said ya lay back and took it! Well, then..." He drew back his paw and punched the emperor in the belly, hard enough to knock the breath out of him. Ublaz gasped; that had actually hurt! Fine... Rasconza yelled as the marten bit his arm, and pulled on a corner of the bedcover, rolling them both off the bed with a thump and knocking Ublaz' jaw enough to make him let go.

Slightly dazed, Ublaz rubbed his snout and rolled to his paws and knees, but Rasconza was on top of him in seconds and something soft wrapped around his snout. A bandage? No, a silk scarf. It smelled clean, or at least more so than Rasconza's breath had. He felt it wrapping tightly around his face and a knot pulling close at his scruff, and reached up to rip the fabric, but it was less flimsy than it looked. Before he could tear it or pull it off, Rasconza pinned his paws behind his back, leaving Ublaz with his face and shoulders on the floor and his hips hiked up. Through his loincloth he could feel Rasconza grinding on him, shaft pressed against his crack and taint, half-hard and as hot as the fox's breath and wet tongue in his ear. Resentfully, he realised he was becoming erect too. How annoying to respond so easily. Rasconza would never let him live it down.

Rasconza wasn't paying attention to that at the moment, though. His paws were roaming the emperor's body, almost reverently despite their irreverent conversations, clearly fully appreciating the perfectly cared-for fur. Ublaz always made sure his pelt was soft as velvet, washed, oiled, combed, and brushed all over, and during his many sessions of self-pleasure he spent more time stroking his fur than his cock, vanity and hedonism entwined. Rasconza's fingers ran through it, leaving ruffled lines, pressing into the flesh beneath, tracing the lines of muscles, no longer as well-defined as they had once been but still present and touchable. He wasn't really pinning him down anymore, but it was hard to turn the opportunity to be appreciated down. Ublaz didn't struggle any further; he went limp and made the rumbling noise which was a marten's version of a purr.

The fox was taller, slimmer, and wirier, and smelled like leather and metal. His fur was coarse but his brush was well-groomed - even some of the filthiest of foxes would make sure their tails were always puffy and plush - as Ublaz noticed when it curled around and flicked at his whiskers. A lesser beast may have been envious, but Ublaz was never envious of anybeast's appearance, only their belongings. Why be envious? He was perfect. Others should envy him.

Rasconza's paws reached his waistband and untied the silken wrap, dropping it on the floorboards beneath them. When he pulled back and thrust forward, gripping Ublaz' waist, his erection slid into the crease of the marten's hip, streaking his fur with clear salty pre-seed. Rasconza nudged the marten's balls aside and pressed their shafts together; Ublaz hissed in annoyance as he realised the fox's was noticeably bigger than his. He couldn't see it in the dark, but he bet it didn't *look* as good, at least. Nor smell as good; the fox musk in the room was increasing sharply with every moment, as little clear drops fell from both of their tips to the floor.

"Mebbe I should stay like this," Rasconza commented, sawing his hips back and forth, grinding on the sensitive vein on the underside of the Emperor's shaft. "Put yer legs together an' I bet it's tighter than yer insides, ya big ol' slag. Don't tell me you're not havin' fun yet, neither, 'tis wet as a lass down there."

Ublaz had no objections. Teasing as the light pressure was, it did feel good. He jerked his hips back hard and made an annoyed grumbling sound, hoping Rasconza would just keep doing *something*.

The fox got the point. "Haharr, as yer mightiness commands."

Rasconza urged Ublaz to move his legs together, pushing his hips further up. The marten's tail got in the way, so Rasconza gripped it gently in his mouth; Ublaz might have objected to fox slobber in his fur, but the ship had rather sailed on that matter, and Rasconza was enthusiastically making up for it, gripping his hipbones and frotting him roughly. Ublaz squeezed his thighs together as hard as he could and appreciated the fox's blissful groans as much as the friction on himself. Muffled by the fur in his mouth, Rasconza couldn't speak any more than the gagged marten could, but they both continued to vocalise, moans interspersed with chattery yelps and huffs.

Pleasant as the rubbing was, it wasn't enough to get Ublaz off on its own. Fortunately, Rasconza's paw joined his, wrapping both their shafts loosely enough to keep moving but still enough to add the warmth and pressure Ublaz needed on top of the teasing rubs and jabs of the fox's thrusts. As always Ublaz compared himself to everybeast else in his mind, even while distracted by pleasure; while he'd always know how best to bring himself off quickly, Rasconza wasn't half bad. Smart enough to let Ublaz guide his bigger, rougher paw, not too harsh or too gentle, lubricated by free-flowing pre-come, adding some variation with light not-quite-painful pressure from his blunted claws. Ublaz returned the touches and paid close attention to Rasconza's sounds and movements, quickly learning what he liked. Pure egotism demanded he put in the effort. Even in the degrading position of being humped on the floor by a ragtag home invader, he couldn't stand the thought of *not* being the most attractive, skilled, considerate, virile, and stamina-possessing creature on the island.

Rasconza, in turn, was considerate enough not to bite down on the emperor's tail as he approached his peak, letting the fluffy brush fall over the marten's back and cursing. Anybeast in the corridor would hear it, so Ublaz joined in, moaning loudly through the gag to urge him on to greater effort, just to ensure no overconfident lizard assumed he wasn't enjoying it and barged in at the worst possible time.

"Fff... Hellgates yer good at this... Yes! Keep doin' that! Grip tighter! I'm gonna-"

Ublaz' ego remained intact as Rasconza spilled first, but only by a matter of seconds. Hot, salty liquid shot far enough to hit the emperor's chin, and subsequent weaker shots overflowed their paws and pattered down onto the floorboards. The marten's limbs weakened and only Rasconza's strong arms kept him from falling; as it was, he was able to lean on the fox and roll to the side out of the puddle before he collapsed. Rasconza sat down hard behind him, with a gasp of pain as he landed on his own tail. Ublaz felt around in the dark, grabbed hold of the fox's brush and used it to mop up himself and the floor.

"Eurgh! D'yer have to?" Rasconza huffed and tried to wipe his fur. Since there was already semen on his paws it didn't really work; he found a rag tucked in his belt, dirtier than the one he'd used to gag the Emperor, and made do with that as much as he could. When at least his paws were smeared only with the oil he used on his knives, he pulled his pants back up and turned back to the window. "Well, it's been fun." He swept the curtains open; the moon's position had moved since they began, allowing silvery light to enter the room and shine off the polished woodwork quite brightly. As Rasconza put one knee up on the windowsill, ready to climb out, he felt a tug on his tail, and turned, keeping his eyes on the floor just in case.

He needn't have worried. Ublaz, pulling the gag down to his throat but not taking it off entirely, gazed softly up from under hooded lids and dishevelled eyebrow-whiskers, not using his power at all. "Would you stay? We both know you'll be back. No sense having to break in twice."

Rasconza shook his head, smiling, and scooped the marten up. Ublaz went limp again and let the fox carry him back to bed and tuck him into the rumpled sheets - the top sheet was marked with dust from Rasconza's boots as he'd feared, but everything else was still clean and dry and comfortable. The pillows had been knocked out of place and of course *now* the emergency knife's hilt was poking out. Rasconza politely fluffed the pillows back up and re-hid the knife, confident it wouldn't be used, and leaned over to kiss the Emperor again. This time there was no resistance, Ublaz melting in the corsair's arms as his long, strong tongue pushed into his mouth. No complaints, this time.

Rasconza finally pulled back, smirked, and said "Nope. Sorry, can't tie a fox down, mate."

Before Ublaz could protest, he pulled the gag back over his snout, turned, and disappeared down the wall. In the murky moonlight, Ublaz almost missed him giving one last wink. Cozily back in his bed and secure in the knowledge Rasconza would be back, he didn't bother taking the gag off as he curled up and went back to sleep