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Tongue rolled from his maw slowly as Axse settled in the throne room. The great naga looked over the room slowly. A smirk rolled over his features as he let out a thrum, very pleased with himself. Raising an army hadn't been hard. Was never hard to get an army if one knew where to look and how to work things to your advantage. The problem always came about when one had to keep the army together or actually succeed in a campaign. While his campaign was far from over, there was enough victories under their belt that he'd decided they should rest for a short while.

And what better place to relax than this castle they had claimed as their own? Truth be told, he was surprised that the place was empty. And he meant empty. Aside form the furniture and various art there was nothing within the walls. No people, no bodies, no nothing.

Rumor, as he'd been told, had it that the castle belonged to a vampire lord. As soon as his troops had heard that particular rumor their spines had gone out of them. It'd been up to him and a couple of his most trusted companions to go in and clear it out. They'd checked every room, every tower, even searched every last hidden room they'd come across. There wasn't a single sign of vampires anywhere. Well, no sign other than some empty coffins. They'd turned those out though. Just looked like ordinary coffins to him. Figured a vampire would have something far sturdier or light proofed.

That wasn't the important thing though. What was important twas that there were no vampires and that his troops could be shaken by simple rumors. It was something he would have to deal with before it became too troublesome. Rumors and superstition could be a very potent tool in the wrong hands. He'd already been taking advantage of it himself whenever he had the chance. It was amazing how fast even a town folded when there were rumors floating around that he and his people were of demon blood and cursed and... he honestly forgot what other tales were woven there. The problem with weaving tales of such grand magnitude was that it tended to attract various adventurers and would-be heroes to try and stop them.

Sharp claws scratched over his cheek as he peered down the long hall of the throne room. A half-dozen or so of those would be slayers stood as still as statues. Stripped of their gear, clothing, and even their own minds. Each and every one of them was under his spell. It had been shockingly simple to take each one and strip them of their will. Any that had fought or simply didn't interest him had gone to his troops. Some time with them had served a great way to break the will power.

Or simply remove them as a threat altogether.

The great naga let a low laugh roll up his throat as he looked over one particularly large, hairy, and muscled male. That one in particular had been rather amusing to break. Not because he was difficult, but because he'd been rather easy to turn on his own party. Axse let his tongue roll out slowly before dancing at the air. Could still taste the blood that had spilled that day.

"Axse, Sir." Large head rolled towards the kobold that stood beside his chair. Just the smallest of motions. He thought it looked regal, had been practicing it when given the opportunity. The russet scaled kobold peered up at him with a slight awe in his eyes. He stretched forward and rested a hand on the naga's thick coils as if to prop himself up to speak more clearly. Axse knew better, little Fiz practically worshiped him, so he allowed this indulgence. "The guards have captured several adventurers trying to enter your grand estate. What should we do with them?"

More heroes already? It had barely been a week since the last set. Really hoped that they didn't start arriving faster and faster. Had a feeling that would grow rather irksome before too long.

Axse paused for a moment as if in thought, tongue rolling from his lips. Flick. Flick. He let out a thoughtful hum and tapped a claw against his cheek again. "Have they been subdued already?" Grand head rolled to peer down at the kobold with a single, piercing eye. Fiz nodded quickly. "Good. Then bring them here. Let me see the fools whom dare invade our castle."

Eyes grow slowly with each word, adoration sparkling in their devious depths. "Aye, M'lord!" Fiz took a step back and almost seemed to meld into the shadows themselves. The little creature was surprisingly stealthy and quick, which is why Axse had employed him as the head of his scouts. He had sweep the room carefully to pick up the creature's meager heat signature as Fiz darted through some little side passage he'd uncovered at some point.

The naga shifted his body on the throne, coils scraping against what had once been a finely carved wooden seat. Now the nearly mirror-bright polished surface was scraped and scratched from his scaled hide. He'd pondered throwing the back out, giving him more of a bench to sit on, but had decided to simply drape himself over it as best he could. Which had stretched and twisted the arms even further as he pressed against the wood in ways it hadn't been meant to. Pity that the throne was starting to fall apart, but he really did not care. Maybe one of his mindless slaves knew how to repair one? Hmm, that was a thought there. It was a shame the wizards hadn't bowed to his will. They tended to lose their abilities once he'd broken their minds. If he could. They were usually more trouble than they were worth, so he let his men have at them for the most part.

Axse rolled his body into a more comfortable perch, wood creaking and popping as his thickly muscled body coiled around the throne. He clapped his hands, "We have guests coming. Look presentable." A muted groan rolled from the brainwashed adventurers as they shifted. Limbs undoubtedly stiff from having to stand there for hours simply because it amused him. He smirked to himself as he watched knees wobble and nearly give out in a couple cases as his willing servants changed their position to flank the grand entryway. All the better to intimidate them with.

The naga was ready by the time the great hall's doors creaked open and his soldiers began marching in, the place was more than ready for them. His troops marched in, forming up along the hall as they entered. His brainwashed heroes lining the inner edges of the path. And at the end of the worn rug, there he was. Coiled around the throne with arms idly resting on the arms. A very grand image, or so he'd been assured.

Soldiers slipped off to the sides as they entered the room, taking positions behind the fallen heroes. His largest, most loyal soldiers hauled the invaders before him. In two cases, literally hauling them. Feet coming off the floor with every step as the smaller creatures were repeatedly lifted clear off the ground. He waited a moment, simply letting his eyes roam over the group while they glared and glowered at him in return. They were a strange assortment, but adventuring parties usually were. There was a catfolk, a ratfolk, minotaur, tengu, and an elf. While the catfolk and minotaur were rather obviously females, he had to trust his sense of smell to tell him on the other three. Hmm, interesting. Only the elf seemed to be a male. His scent a little harder, if still rather flowery, than that of an elf female's scent taste.

Interesting, a guy with all those females and none of them sporting a swollen belly? Well, seemed to be typical elf behavior.

He made them wait a good couple minutes before finally breaking the silence. "Well, well, well." His deep voice booming across the mostly silent hall. "What have we here?"

"Intruders, Sire." Fiz pipped up. "Adventurers seeking to cease your unstoppable horde!" A blood-chilling bellow rose from the assembled soldiers. The cry lifting higher as if they were trying to bring down the ceiling itself with their voices. Axse let them go on for a moment or two before lifting his hand. It took several seconds for the cries to wind down.

Tongue flicked out slowly, "Sssso... Which of you issss the leader?" He let the out a little hiss to add just that hint of menace. Just a bit, didn't want any of these adventurers soiling themselves in his throne room. Became rather annoying to smell that for days on end.

Rognak, one of his ogre generals, shoved the elf forward with a grunt. Axse slipped off the throne slowly, scaled hide scraping along the wood. "You, hmm?" A large hand came down on that face, nails running over the elf's fine features. As much as he might dislike them as a race, it was always thrilling to watch as those porcelain features twisted to his will. Cool eyes bored at him, holding a look that would have sent chills through a lesser being than he.

"Don't you dare lay hands on Duzell!" The rat girl surged up, body swinging within her guard's grasp as she kicked and flicked her tail towards him with little grunts.

The elf didn't look away from Axse, "Fif, no need to make a fool of yourself." She squeaked, dangling within the orc's massive arms, looking at the naga with an aggravated huff. "Do what you want with me, just do not harm my companions." A quick glance at the others revealed that each of the women were fixing him with different levels of hatred.

His head only barely angled as his tongue flicked slowly. It only took him a few seconds of appearing to mull it over before he made his choice. "Take the women away. Leave the elf here so we can..." he trailed off with a chuckle, "chat."

Laughter rolled through the soldiers as they hauled the party away, leaving just the elf standing before him. As his troops filtered through the door, so did the mental slaves. Shuffling behind them before shutting the door. A lovely bit of conditioning if he did say so himself. Got rather troublesome if he gave his new toy a comment only to have the others try to follow it as well.

"And they are going to be safe?" The voice drew his attention back to the elf that stood before him. The tip of his tail twitching as Axse met those steely, cold eyes again. He let out a questioning noise, little more than a thoughtful hum. "They happen to be very good friends of mine. Are they going to be safe?"

A deep, rumbling laugh rolled through the snake's entire frame. "As safe as they can be. They're supposed to take them to the dungeon for safe keeping," his hand waved slowly. "You know how brutish these savages can be." Lips curled into a slow smirk as he locked gazes with the elven leader. "But then again, all us other races are brutish to you elfs, aren't we?"

Duzell matched his gaze, "Only the brutish ones." And that was his mistake. As he locked eyes with the great naga, Axse reached into one his people's innate abilities. While every naga possessed a hypnotic gaze to one degree or another, he was particularly skilled in this talent. His vision tightened, everything but the elf's face growing hazy and dark. Tongue flicked from his mouth slowly as Duzell's eyes widened. He realized too late what was happening. He tried to pull his head away, neck muscles tightening and jerking, fighting against themselves. The eyes widened further as fear set in. There was something about the taste of fear that was just so delicious.

Axse flicked his tongue out slowly, the forked tip brushing against Duzell's cheek. Muscles under the alabaster cheek twitched, but the gaze started to blank before every muscle relaxed. He could feel Duzell's will battering against his control, the cool strength of the elf flexing and rolling as his power tightened. Just like a snake coiling around its prey, his power settled into place and tightened each time the male's will began to wane.

"There we go." He kept his voice low, there was no need to call out at the moment. "Not so bad, is it?" Tongue flicked over the cheek again. Not even the slightest tremor this time.

Large hands slipped over the elf's shoulders, tracing down his arms. Axse leaned back and let his gaze slip away. His vision returned to normal as he let his tongue dance out slowly. Hands slipped over those slender, graceful arms before finding the rough cord that bound his arms. He didn't bother trying to undo the knots. Rather he just let his claws dig into the rope and snap them. Didn't care if the rope chaffed or his claws cut the elf's flesh. Didn't really matter to him.

The arms fell limply to the sides as he released them, leaning back to look over the elf. His tongue danced out slowly as he let out a low humming noise. "Your clothes and armor. Remove them."

Duzell's arms twitched, rising slowly towards the catch that held his cloak in place. His head angled slowly as he watched that resistance before pressing with that power. The arms jerked, snapping the tie and making the cloak fall away. He smirked, watching how those jaw muscles clenched as the elf's hands moved to take his clothes. Letting the finery simply drop to the floor. Likely the first time they've ever been on the floors. If this elf was like the others, then they would have been folded and put away neatly any time he took them off.

Axse moved his body back slowly before curling around the throne again. Never taking his eyes off the elf as that alabaster skin was exposed to him. Corded muscle stretching across the flawless skin. He always wondered how elves seemed to avoid scarring. No matter now badly they'd been hurt, their skin always seemed so smooth. So flawless.

And so fun to despoil.

The great naga rolled his body, showing off his own bulging slit. He could feel the distaste radiating from the male. Sliding a hand down, he rubbed fingers on either side of his vent, tongue flicking out slowly. "Don't be shy now. Come forward."

Duzell advanced with the smooth grace that every one of his race possessed. It didn't matter what Axse's words were, his intent was most important. Smooth, cool hands pressed against his thickly muscled coils. Duzell climbing his body before straddling him. "Curious, aren't you? Why don't you take a look at what I have in store for you?" He could see the cool anger burning within the depths of those eyes. Despite whatever protest the elf might have, his hands moved readily over his scaled form.

Those long, delicate fingers ran over the finer scales bordering his vent. Axse thrummed with pleasure as those fingers stroked over his privates before parting the slit to expose his hardening lengths. The naga's hemi-penis lifting as the hands slipped in to pet over his flesh. His lips parted with a moan, eyes narrowing while the hands stroked over his twin lengths. "There we go." Tongue flicked out slowly, dancing up and down as precum spilled across those fingers. He let out a deep chuckle, "Since none of your women were sporting a swollen belly, I figured that either you are incapable of having children. Or, far more likely for an elf, you prefer to sow your seed in some other way."

He watched as his dark red cocks were played with. The pale hands standing out even more against his turgid flesh. The cocks were a mirror of each other. Both sporting a thick base that spread his lips apart. The spires rising from his body in matching curves that swept them away from each other before the spade-shaped tips came back together, nearly touching as they reached full mast. Fleshy barbs ringed each tip and the bases, tingling so nice each time those fingers played over his flesh. He narrowed his eyes with a throaty purr while the hands began to rub faster, precum aiding their motions. Before long, both were at full hardness, the elf's fingers not able to touch as they wrap around his girth.

A shuddered rolled down the naga's body. Thick coils shuddering against one another as the fingers worked over his tips slowly. "You're really good at that." He flicked his tongue out, flicking it over the elf's cheeks. "Perhaps I had you pegged correctly from the start, yes?"Body shook with a laugh which trailed off into a moan as those fingers kept working. Drawing a healthy spurt of precum from his twin cocks.

Tongue rolled out again, tasting the scent of his own arousal. "Mm," he rumbled out a purr. "Always love the taste of my own arousal." Sliding a hand down, he curled his fingers over one of those cocks, gathering up some of his pre. Lifting his hand, he licked over the clear mess that coated his finger. A shiver racing down his spine as the rumble deepened until it was simply felt rather than heard. The edges of his muzzle curled into a smile. "Perhaps you would like a taste as well?" His tongue flicked out slowly, "Don't be shy about it if you do."

Duzell glared at him as best he could. Fire burning in those eyes even as his expression remained flat and expressionless. His body shifted smoothly on those coils, rubbing his bare frame against Axse's smooth, polished scales. Stretching out across the naga's body, he lowered his head until the spade-shaped tip pressed against his lips. A low huff shifted from his mouth, a minor act of defiance, as he leaned in. Delicate lips stretching around the cock.

Axse's rumble turned into a moan as the head bobbed over his cock. Tongue bathing his flesh and playing with his barbs. Each little tickle of the tongue dancing against the barbs drew a muted hiss from the naga. Color him surprised when the male kept going further and further until that delicate throat was stretching around his girth.

Even with the elf readily accepting that cock plunging down his throat, there was only so much a male so much smaller than he could handle. He soon retreated, tongue dancing over the flesh before dropping his head again. It wasn't for breath. In his controlled state, breathing came second to his new master's pleasure. Axse had to keep an eye on him, had one girl pass out while trying to get him off. Not that it stopped him from finishing, but it was troublesome.

Up and down, working smoothly over the veined flesh. The elf's hands worked smoothly over what parts of his length weren't tucked within that throat. Fingers sliding up and down, using the precum to try and mimic how the tongue felt around its brother. Which, thanks to how he was stroking, meant that he was keeping the naga's other cock from pressing against his face too much.

Couldn't have that, now could he?

Sliding a hand down, he pushed on the elf's shoulder. Even that unspoken command was enough to work with his hypnosis. Duzell shifted his body as best he could, never ending quest to pleasure his naga master. Tongue rolled from Axse's muzzle as he leaned his head back with a pleased noise.

His precum was spilling freely into that mouth now and dripping along the hand. Not just his hand either. That new angle forced his hemi-penis to glide across the alabaster cheek and up into that silken, platinum mane of hair. A pleased hiss rolled up his throat as he began to roll his powerful coils against the toned elf. "Yesss," came the pleased tongue flick. Massive head rolling to look down at the elf as those cocks began to pulse with growing climax. Reaching down, he shifted his cock as the elf's hand dropped along his length. Bringing that heavy member down on the porcelain skin with a firm smack. "MmmHmmhmhm," came the low, rumbling laugh, "Looks good on you."

Body arched, rolling muscled coils against that smooth, almost hairless body. Specifically, he let his body roll against the elf's belly and underside. Scaled form pressing up against his privates. Compelled or not, a man was still a man. He knew just how to work that body of his to get a rise out of most. And this elf was no exception to that.

He worked his body slowly, the rolls getting faster as the elf worked his cocks faster. "That feelssss good." A growl worked up, mixing with his hisses. Precum was flowing more freely now, matting the elf's wonderful hair as he swallowed the rest gladly.

A shudder raced through the great naga. Rattling everything from the tip of his tail to his hiss as his frame arched. Heavy, twin cocks twitching as his climax rolled within his body and surged forward. A large hand engulfed the back of the elf's head and pushed down. He could feel those throat muscles jerk and fight against the far deeper penetration, but that was all reflex. There wasn't so much of a twitch of any other muscle as he let himself erupt so very deep into that gullet. His other cock spraying thick, virile load over the elf's head. His royal seed spraying high enough in the air to rain down on that smooth back as well.

He only allowed a spray or two down that throat before pulling back. Watching as his cum began to leak out of that mouth. "Don't let a drop essscape," he warned, tongue lashing out. Lips tightened around his girth, cheeks bulging with each spray. He groaned softly, reaching down to stroke his cock to coax out that much more seed before he was done.

"Mmmmore like it." Tongue flicked out as he huffed, the naga's body delightfully warm now. He rolled his frame against the elf still. Rubbing the underside of his coils back and forth against the cock. Working his coils as if he were trying to move. A shiver raced through the elven frame before his hips jerked. Warmth splashing against his scaled body as the male came as well.

Axse laughed, "Even better!" his voice booming across the empty hall. "Didn't think that you would be that eager to cum for me." He laughed and flicked his tongue out, tasting the mixed scents of their seed with a rumble. Didn't matter that it was part of his spell. Lovely bit of fun he'd cooked up some time ago. He let his fingers comb through that hair, purposefully spreading his cum through that flowing hair. Tightening his grip on the hair, he pulled the head back, lips closing tight to hold in his seed so no more spilled out. He let his tongue flick out and dance slowly as he thought. "You may swallow."

Duzell's head tilted back as he gulped down the cum. It took a couple deep swallows before the elf's mouth was empty, his body lounging on the thick coils. "There, not so bad is it?" His tongue danced out.

Head rolled to peer down his own body at the pair of cocks still standing proud. "Well now... Seems that perhaps there is a bit more wanting to happen." Axse rolled his head and tapped a claw against his cheek with a hum. "What to do, what to do?" Tongue danced out again as he thought about it for a long moment. Duzell continued to stare at him blankly, that dull anger and hate burning within his eyes.

Fingers snapped, "Ah! I know." He let out another deep chuckle. "Since you came so readily." Head angled as he rolled his coils, looking down his body at the creamy mess. "And so vigorously, might I add, from just sucking your lord off. One wonders just how much you'll enjoy taking his cock within your backside." He smirked as his head rolled and leaned back. Wooden throne popping and groaning as the massive male pressed against it unceremoniously. "Or perhaps both. I haven't decided which yet." He wiggled a finger, "One does hope that you have it properly lubricated, yes?"

Duzell's eyes burned coolly as he climbed over the mass of coils. Axse watched as the male moved over him with such grace and ease that it was awe-inspiring. Certainly made his cocks lift eagerly as that pert rear swung towards him before sliding down. The elf reached back to guide his lower length between those lovely cheeks. The very tip of the spade-like length pressed against the elf's tight pucker.

Hips rocked back against the tip. Precum, shape, and spittle helped but only so much. Even with the control in place, the elf began to huff and let out little groans as he tried to force himself back on that thickness.

A deeper groan eased from the naga as he leaned back to watch the pale body as it began to take his raging length in. It took little pushes and bumps of Duzell's hips before that muscle spread enough to take his cock in. The elf groaning as his back hunched, stepping his feet apart further before putting more of his slight weight into it. Lean muscle corded and shook before that pucker gave way and he sank down with a gasp. His entire body shook as he slipped further down, forcing the great naga's thickness to sink ever deeper. And deeper. Body clenching and grabbing, trying to resist the penetration even as the elf drove himself down.

It took a few minutes before Duzell's rear smacked against Axse's groin. Tight, firm cheeks pressing against the naga's scaled crotch. Axse huffed softly, staring down his muzzle at the male that was perched against him. The raging redness of his other hemi-penis standing proudly against that pale flesh.

He only had a moment to admire how nice that looked before Duzell began to move. He ground at first. A slow, steady shift that just barely moved the cock within his depths. Barbs shifting and lifting with each move to tickle against the inner walls. Duzell shuddered and let out a soft huff as the barbs worked their magic. The naga smirked as he watched the proud elf gradually being reduced to a panting, groaning whore. He only wondered how the elf's women would handle those barbs.

Duzell huffed, body lifting as he began to move further along the shaft. Body relaxing enough that he was able to work more along the length. He arched with a deeper purr. Eyes narrowing as he looked down his muscled form to peer at that his mighty cock as it plunged into the tight backside. It wasn't long before Duzell was riding over half of the length.

A smirk crossed his features as his cock pulsed, precum spreading over the elf's insides and out. Glistening across his pale flesh, that second naga cock gliding up and down over his backside with each smooth roll. He flicked his tongue and groaned, reaching down to stroke his own length. Spreading that slick precum up over his length and across that tip slowly. His tongue flicked slowly as Duzell began to ride faster now. Shifting his body to plant hands on the naga's mighty coils. The male groaned, bouncing and driving himself back faster now, body smacking off the scaled hide.

"Mmm, won't be long before I finish up." He groaned, rolling his body into the steady, rhythmic bounces. Duzell picked up the pace, his own privates bouncing, slapping against his belly as he tried to coax the naga into painting his insides. "But there's something else I want you to do first." The pace slowed, the elf stopping about halfway down as he waited for the next instruction.

All it took was a pinky brushing the creamy complexion to make the elf lift. He smirked as he brought his other cock down, wedging that tip against the stretched hole. "Think you can take both, hmm?" Hips lifted until the tip was properly wedged in there. Thighs shook as the elf started to ease back. "Oh, very eager. Your master likes this." Eyes narrowed further as his tongue danced out. Watching as Duzell sank his body backwards until that second time popped in. Entire body shaking as he was forced wide open.

A low groan echoed up from the elf, mirrored from the great naga as the smaller male somehow managed to stretch his body around both of the cocks. Muscles twitched and flexed under scaled hide. Precum spilling into the tightly stretched hole.

His tongue danced out, tasting the arousal that hung in the air as Duzell began to ride him steadily. Unlike moments before, he started slow. Working just an inch or so in and out of his tightness before starting to sink down. Steadily, slowly taking the twin cocks. While Axse would've preferred the quicker drop from earlier, there was no denying that this was amazing. While getting both his cocks in two of a female's holes, it was rather unusual to get both of them into a male at the same time. Even more so for a male the size of an elf. This was a very special treat that he was going to enjoy time and time again. Perhaps even more so than the elf's women.

Well, mayhaps not that much.

He let out a deeper groan and arched his body towards the smaller frame. Both cocks starting to twitch now. Precum spilling out of the stretched body. Barbs scraping against elf and naga alike. Duzell began to roll and shift his hips this way and that as he rode. Each little move made the twin lengths shift and glide over each other.

Massive hands closed around the hips. Body surging upwards with a deep, thrumming hiss. Duzell's feet slipped, throwing the elf against the mass of coils. Despite how the breath was knocked out of his lungs, the male moved even as he was gasping for air.

Axse didn't give him time to really recover Instead pounding against that backside. Driving every last inch in before ripping his cocks back out. Scratching against the pale body, he rocked his head back with a groan. Just ignoring any time his claws might pierce the poor elf. He'd been worked up to a frenzy now. Only needing one thing at the moment. He needed to get off. Needed to fill the elf with his thick cream, finish staking his claim.

A hissing bellow ripped through the air as he slammed against the male. Heavy body rolling as his climax claimed him. Filling the male with that rich, thick seed. Duzell groaned under him, pressing back as his rear began to clench and grab. The elf's second load spilling across his coiled body.

"Well, that wasn't too bad." Axse's eyes opened to the barest slit. "Would have been better if it had lasted longer, but I"m not going to complain terribly much."

The naga's tongue flicked slowly. "What was that?"

Duzell sat up slowly and rolled his head to look over his shoulder. "Not up for some constructive criticism, are we?" The elf breathed out a sigh and started to slide up, "Figures. Not too many are accepting of criticism when it's aimed at them." He eased off, stretched rear slipping off the cocks with a groan. "You mortal types are far too easily offended. Been ages since I took anything that large."

Axse snapped a hand out and curled it around Duzell's throat, "Watch who you are talking to, Elven scum." Mouth opened with a hiss, vision narrowing as he woke his power. He wasn't sure how the elf broke free of his control, but he was going to fix that.

He locked eyes with the elf as he reared up, easily lifting the smaller male into the air. Duzell locked eyes with him. His eyes widened slowly in panic before he laughed and slapped the naga.

The great naga was rocked from the blow, stars flashing before his eyes. He hissed and tried to tighten his hand, but the elf's own hand curled around his wrist and squeezed. "None of that now," the voice boomed from the pale male. "Haven't you realized yet? Your little trick won't work on undead." Holding onto the naga's wrist, he brought his hand around with another crack. Axse rocking to the side. "You were fairly amusing as a sex toy." That striking hand lashed out and grabbed at his throat. Fingers closing around his windpipe with an iron-hard grasp. Tongue flicked out as he began to choke. "While I am annoyed that you ruined my throne, I do owe you for filling my larders with so much food. Give me a good enough reason and I might be tempted to keep you around."

Lips curled back in a sneer as the great naga began to hiss in his native tongue. Duzell clicked his tongue, "Such a crude creature." Legs snapped around the arm, ripping his throat free of the naga's grasp. Throat shredding as the agile elf twisted his body around, other hand closing on the back of the great head. One pushed and the other pulled, twisting sharply. Axse's vision swept across the room quickly. Far too quick. The sound of vertebrae cracking filling his senses.

Duzell leapt free as the naga began to thrash and flail. Axse gurgling something as his body continued to try and fight. The elf landing lightly near his clothes. Reaching up to push the flaps of skin and muscle back into place as it began to knit together. The vampire clearing his throat and working tongue as his body repaired itself.

Behind him, the doors cracked open and Vok padded in, the tengu looking from the naga back to the elf. Her pale beak painted ruby with blood. "All is well, yes?"

He croaked, a frown creasing his features. Duzell cleared his throat and began slowly, "Yes. All went very well, my dear." He turned and looked over her. Her clothes were ripped in places, the scent of bestial men lingering in the air around her. "And how are my ladies?" He reached out and ran fingers over her beak, drawing some of the blood away before tasting it. Gnoll. Not to his liking, but she seemed to enjoy it.

Vok croaked a laugh, "Going good. Captured many alive still. Some less so. Especially when some began to joke of putting Nannas with the cattle and milking her." Duzell smirked to himself. Yes, that was something that tended to aggravate the minotaur. Well, unless it was handled properly.

"And what of Fif and Velri?"

Beak clapped, "Playing cat and mouse with those that wish to run." Her head tilted as the distant thunder of some explosion went off. "Corralling them now." The tengu let her gaze sweep over the naga slowly. "Duzell want Vok to help dispose of this one, yes?"

He stepped in and ran his fingers over her neck feathers. Running through the soft plumage. Her eyes narrowed with a low croak, the smaller female backing up as he stepped towards her. "No, I don't think he needs disposal yet. But perhaps my dear Vok..." he trailed off as he laid her on the coils, the thrashing having calmed to the occasional twitch. "We could bring him up for some more fun? Show those savages what we've done to their leader?"

Beak chattered quickly, "Is fresh still. Warm. Vok could..." she gasped as his hand dipped into the ripped clothing, "Vok can work something easy, yes."

"That's my girl. Now we should hurry before the others spend all this time rounding up everyone and get..." he breathed out a soft sigh, answered by a trill, "anxious. After all, we have been away from home for some time. I need to welcome my wives home properly, now don't I?"