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"The Dragon's Eye"

A whistling, screaming noise could be heard from overhead as a brilliant orb of fire illuminated the night sky. Men screamed like women and dove out of the way as it struck, causing a massive fiery explosion that curled up into the night sky. There was the sound of something roaring overhead, then a whipping of wind as the massive winged creatures flew past and readied themselves for another attack.

"Damn dragons, why did it have to be dragons?" Rohmir snarled as he slammed his furred hands onto the map. His glowing purple eyes looked up at his commanders circled around the great bear-like beast. They were Ursids, warriors from one of the southern kingdoms that have been battling non stop for the last fortnight. Little to no rest had made them weary, but he did what he needed to do. He was prince of their kingdom and the head of their band, he was entitled to keep up the battle against this tremendous threat that plagued their kingdom.

"Prince Rohmir!" A voice called out of the crowd.

"What?!" Rohmir turned to see an elder bear slip through the crowds of people still cleaning up after the last explosion and approach him, carrying with him a cane on which he rested as he stopped and bowed respectfully.

"Princes Duncan and Bofar have asked your audience, sire." He said. "They say they have a plan to rid the middle kingdom of this emperor's threat!"

"Let them waddle in their failing lines." Rohmir snorted arrogantly. "The Krelnan and Orcish armies matter little to us, their battles are not ours."

"But-but sire!" The man exclaimed. "If the enemy overtakes their land, they will have a foothold into attacking our territory from the northern, eastern and western fronts!"

Suddenly a flash of purple light filled the sky, and the dragons, reflected in the glow looked to it and just as quickly as they had arrived and started attacking, lifted off and flew toward the beacon, disappearing as they approached it. Rohmir wanted to collapse from his exhaustion, the attacks ceased for an hour or two a couple of times a day, but always came back ten times more ferocious than the attack before. He simply groaned and put his hands onto the drawing table. "Finally, a rest period." He stated. "Commander, take the men and rest up, eat, try to get some sleep before the next volley attacks." He pulled the old man to him. "I will hear what they have to say, where can I meet them?"

"They-they're down by the lake." The male said nervously.

"I will meet them in my dress armor then. We will see what they have come to offer."

Rohmir's dress armor was nothing really more than a cleaned and polished breast plate with gold trim where the shoulders cut off. He traded his thick metal gauntlets for mail gauntlets with the fingers freed. He slung his legs over the Rhinohide steed, grateful to have gotten rid of the codpiece between his legs, replacing it when an airier loincloth as he settled onto the mount he bellowed out to the men making the repairs to the camp.

"I shall return shortly, I go to meet my fellow princes so we may come up with a way to combat this threat!" He let out a roar as he allowed his steed to rear back some, and a round of cheers came from his people as he charged off toward the forest.

The meeting spot designated was little more than two miles from the camp, it wasn't long before Rohmir could see a soft flickering of fire in the distance just across the lake. Finding a safe place to cross wasn't much of a chore and soon he was plodding along on his mount, approaching the campfire.

Duncan was seated by the fire, idly picking a claw in between his teeth as the bear approached. Duncan was a slender man, reptilian by nature, his body covered in shimmering amber scales. He was dressed somewhat casually, a green tunic and leather leggings, a truly hideous combination for a prince to be wearing so far as Rohmir was concerned. A well worn brown cloak laid neatly folded on the fallen log beside him. His eyes were cast against his snout, making it look like he was wearing a mask in the darkness. His yellow eyes blinked as the bear slid down from the beast.

"So glad you could join us." Duncan hissed a bit, letting his tongue flick out slightly as he observed the other prince. "We were growing restless."

Rohmir's eyes scanned the camp briefly before he spoke. "Where is Bofar? I expected I would be meeting with the both of you."

"He should return shortly." Duncan said. "He stepped off to bathe in the lake, I suppose he felt that his cave dwelling stench would offend you."

"I heard that, Duncan." A gruff growl came from just beyond the treeline as Bofar came into view.

He was dressed in no more than a white loincloth himself, this one wrapped underneath and tied off at the sides with slim bands that barely clung to his body. His balding head still held thick locks of black hair that fell past his shoulders, some hanging over his shoulder, the rest fallen back behind him as he dabbed a cloth across his wet skin as he approached. Even for an orc, he was massive in musculature, his chest was laden with several tribal tattoos that crossed from one side to the other as well as dragon-like serpents that descended both of his thick arms, even his biceps seemed to flex as he wiped the towel across his face, almost catching the fabric of it across his elongated tusks which stood about four inches from his lower jaw. His eyes were red in color and almost shined in the darkness. Giving a bit of a scowl to the Krelnan he kicked dirt on him as he passed.

"HEY!" Duncan coughed, angrily cursing the orc under his breath. "This is not a way to begin a prince's meeting."

"What is it you two want?" Rohmir asked impatiently. "We've all armies to return to in order to combat this threat."

Duncan was still spitting dust from his mouth as he responded. "Ask the green one." He said, spitting again. "He was the one who called me here."

"Very well, Bofar. Why do you summon us?" He turned and gazed impulsively at the orc's backside before pretending to turn his attention away awkwardly as he began to gather his clothing and dress himself.

"Informants of mine have informed me that this invading army has but one leader." He explained as he pulled on a shirt and cloak on, the blue cloth dropping down near his knees as he tugged his hair from it. The moisture had compiled against his white loincloth and a hint of greenish color could be seen where his cock would be dangling. He quickly concealed them with a pair of leather pants though they were tanned darker than that of Duncan's trousers. As he seated himself on the log he continued. "His name is Midian, he has no family, he has no heirs to his throne. We assume that he is making a conquest run in a desperate attempt to keep his people from being overrun by other countries."

"I see." Rohmir said, fondling his chin between his thumb and index finger. "But he seems to have a command over a vast army. Dragons, soldiers, a few of my scouts have even reported necromantic activity to the east."

"Agreed." Boran nodded. "It would seem that he has a powerful grasp of dark magicks and is using them in his bid of conquest."

"Our armies have little to no magical influence." Duncan said. "Surely if he had such a powerful foothold, he would have used it by now."

"Yes. It seems he is biding his time." Boran admitted. "My own scouts have reported that he may have a limited amount of power available. The ones who have infiltrated his ranks say that he sleeps for one week every cycle of the moon to recharge his energies."

"We have been at war for quite a long time with him though." Rohmir said. "Surely if there was a lapse in his power we would have seen it by now."

"Yes. His armies are relentless, even as he sleeps. That is why it will be up to us to make the way to defeating him from within."

"What are you getting at, fool?" Duncan asked.

"My informants say that Midian prefers male servants, even in his bed chamber." He said. "Some human, but most of them of humanoid species such as ourselves. Our plan would be to gain his trust, and then kill him as he sleeps. Or find some way of weakening his power from within."

"And how do you think he would allow us into his fortress? We are his enemies." Duncan asked.

"He has been driving at us pretty hard." Rohmir surmised. "At every turn he's decimated my troops, and I assume the same to yours. He has great armies of dragons at his command that lay down flames that destroy everything they touch. I'm willing to wager that he is feeling pretty confident."

"Such confidence leads to mistakes." Boran agreed.

"I understand." Duncan stood from his spot and walked over. "But how would we do this? Feign a truce?"

"A cease fire." Boran said. "Yes, indeed. We surrender to his mercy, and offer our services as advisors."

"Taking into account his tastes, I doubt it will be difficult to get in."

Both Boran and Rohmir glanced at the lizard before the orc quipped "I suppose we could hope he is blind as well."

Duncan clared at Boran. "Or perhaps lost his sense of smell in your case."

"Stop this bickering, both of you!" Rohmir snapped suddenly making the others look at him. "If we are to be successful to this subterfuge, then we must appear as allies of a broken nation."

Suddenly, there was a flash toward the open water on the lake, diverting the mens' attention toward it. It was a blue spark that flashed through the sky, swirling and bouncing as it approached the reflective water. It paused and bounced across the surface as they watched.

There was a chill in the air suddenly, but the light that the spark gave off seemed to warm them, it calmed them somewhat. It moved closer, almost as though the spark was sentient and had noticed their presence. It hovered for a moment, then swept in a little closer, first going over Boran, then Duncan who visibly let his jaw go slack, then it swirled around Rohmir. None of the men could keep their eyes off it, the light it gave off was so pretty. It fell back some, then came in close to Boran's face, nearly bumping into his nose. He gasped and impulsively blew it away. It spun rather vigorously and then shot up into the sky, suddenly disappearing into a streak across the cloudscape above.

"Oh, wonderful you stinking orc!" Duncan snapped, punching Boran hard in the shoulder. "You frightened it off."

Wordlessly, Boran looked at the impact site on his arm, and then swung his massive fist, immediately sending the lizard to the ground a cloud of dust lifting from where he struck. "Oh, look. I swatted another pest." He said crudely crossing his arms. "That was... interesting to say the least."

"Whatever it was, it seems to be gone now." Rohmir said.

"Not entirely, it would seem." The orc chuckled, gesturing at the bear.

Looking down, Rohmir could feel his face grow warm with embarrassment, somehow he'd suddenly sprung an erection, and under his loincloth it stuck out like a flag on a mast before he could say anything he felt the rough hand of the green skinned male grasp the orbs underneath the cloth and press his chest in on him. "B-Boran, what are you--?" He was cut off when his back rammed into the trunk of a tree behind him. This didn't seem right, he knew Boran didn't prefer males over females, a lustful grin across the orc's face a strange glow in his eyes, something had possessed him.

Not only him, it seemed as Duncan was now interested, pulling back the slip of cloth over the ursine's crotch, revealing his exposed erection that pointed almost directly up toward the moonlit sky. "Oh yes, very much so." He snickered, his fingers crawling along the flesh, making Rohmir realize that his entire cloth had been soaked in precum from that strange spark-like creature. The pleasure at the hands fondling him was intense, so intense that he actually reached back and gripped the tree in preparation.

Slowly, Boran sank to his knees, pressing his hand urgently on the bear's stomach as he did so. A warm breath passed over the twitching member and Rohmir suppressed the urge to gasp. "I... want this." His voice trailed off some as he ran his tongue along the base of the shaft. Rohmir could feel his tusks as the orc did this, framing his cock in as he slowly cleaned every inch he could reach before dragging his tongue upward.

"B-Boran..." He whispered a bit, suddenly feeling a haze slide over his mind. He closed his eyes. He felt his claws dragging along the tree trunk, he couldn't see it but he knew he was dragging long scratches into the wood. His mind was burning, he was racing to try and overcome this collapse of control he felt. He could feel Duncan's naked body slide in beside him, urging him to turn and he felt his jaw fall open before everything around him darkened.

Rohmir could see white sparks of light around him as he sailed through the otherwise darkened space, some of the lights were so bright, they hurt his eyes. He was naked in this place, the electric feeling from the orbs of light now surrounding him seemed to make his fur stand on end, every muscle in his body tingle. He cried out and let out a sound roar, he felt as though he were climaxing, but he couldn't see anything happening. As he looked, a soft blue eye was visible, and it was looking at him. It had a slim slit, like a dragon's eye which then began to glow. "Wh-what is this?" He managed to ask himself before the glow reached him and knocked him back into the darkness.

"AHH!" Rohmir bolted upright on his cot. His bare leg dangling down over the side while a thin sheet barely covered the rest of his crotch line. He gasped and he panted for a moment, trying to recall the vivid imagery from the night before, which was quickly fading into the back of his mind like a dream.

It was daylight, the sun was pouring in through cracks at the doorway flap, a soft breeze keeping it waving very softly in and out of the tent. His heart was racing, but slowly beginning to settle before he realized that it was incredibly quiet on this early morning. He put his hand on his head, it was throbbing like he was hung over after a night of drinking heavily, the memories of the events that followed his meeting with Boran and Duncan were a blur, and half of what he could recall after being accosted was pretty much a blank in his mind.

"Sire!" A voice alerted Rohmir to the entry of one of his guards, the captain of the guard was designated by an extra layer of gold trimming around his collar which extended to a point at the front center of his breastplate. His name was Orus, and he had been the captain of the guard since Rohmir's birth. He was an older male with a broken fang that offset the whole fang sticking from his lip on the other side. He stood at immediate attention and crossed his arm sharply over his chest. "I'm glad you've woken, sir." He said. "The precession is awaiting you to--have you just gotten up?"

"Please, Orus. You do not need to be so formal with me. You have seen me naked after all... what precession is this?"

Orus cleared his throat but didn't relax his stance. "The... erm... party to begin peace talks with Midian and his army. You'd stated last night that you've arranged the whole thing with Princes Duncan and Boran."

"Oh, right." Rohmir nodded, concealing the fact that he had no recollection of the actual plan, they'd only begun to talk about it when they were interrupted. But... suddenly he couldn't remember what had interrupted them. "Yes, will the princes be meeting us there?"

"As per your command."

"Ah--erm... good." The prince nodded. "Then we shall go as soon as I am ready."

The precession was a party of four, then half a legion of soldiers that marched behind them. Orus rode alongside the prince along with a man and a woman, twins who were the king's finest negotiators. The men behind them were more for show, really. As they had not seen combat for many peaceful seasons before Midian's attack. As they approached, the Ursid army collected near a large collection of soldiers in silver and red; they were the Krelnan army, and Prince Duncan, dressed in a more formal coat and cape, likely draped in armor underneath eyed their approach. He looked about as confused as Rohmir felt, as they approached, Rohmir held his hand up for the others to halt their approach and he dismounted beside the reptilian prince.

"Boran has not arrived yet." Duncan explained, looking at the outlay of a map on the scroll he held. "Leave it to the orcs to be fashionably late."

"What happened last night?" Duncan asked under his breath as the two of them approached the table.

Rohmir noticed a large roll of parchment on the table, conditions of a truce that were obviously thought out and written in per their plans. "I do not remember." He admitted. "What of you?"

"I remember talking to you and Boran about this plan." Duncan whispered. "Then..."

"Something distracted us."

Duncan nodded. "Could it be an orcish trick? Something to keep us occupied so they can conquer Midian and take our countries?"

Krelnan and Orcs did not particularly get along, only within the past decade, a blood feud between their kingdoms had finally been resolved, leaving much unresolved conflict between the two bull-headed races. Rohmir's race was more neutral to both of them and constantly got into pulls from either side to side with them, being a neighboring country to these two races was at times... stressfull, but Rohmir rolled his eyes. "I am sure our goals are the same..." He started before hearing the sounds of trumpets and loudly beating drums.

The Orcish army was on their approach, gaudily dressed in yellow with gold plated armor, Boran rode atop a white horse while his other soldiers, similarly dressed in silver plating and golden yellow cloaks marched in formation behind him. As he approached, Duncan let out a tisk of disapproval.

"Where are your negotiators?" He asked with a grunt.

"Don't need them." Boran said confidently as he slid down from his steed. "A true man speaks for himself."

"And sticks often his entire foot into his mouth." Duncan crossed his arms. "And I suppose you don't remember what transpired last night either?"

The confident smirk on Boran's face faltered, but just for a moment. "Why, do you not remember?" He asked.

"It is very rude to answer a question with a question." Rohmir stated to Boran, then snapped a glare to Duncan. "And it is also rude to disrespect royalty, no matter the sources of your conflict."

"But he was--" Duncan started finally ending with a massive bear's claw penetrating the wooden table holding the parchments.

"I will not deal with children." He hissed angrily. "You are both members of royalty. I suggest you act like it, or else go home."

Looking up at the gates, Rohmir mentally wished he hadn't said anything, the towers of the fortress they stood across the moat from were ominous and looming, dark stones lined the top of the wall, which was littered with a mixture of lighter and darker tones. A great wooden drawbridge shot up nearly sixty feet into the air, and according to Orus, it was nearly the hour set for their meeting with Midian but still nothing appeared over the gates except a few guards standing warily at their posts as three armies sat at their doorsteps.

"Greetings!" The voice came suddenly and from every direction, making every man on the field jump at their position, a couple even let off whimpers of surprise from all angles, leaving their respective owners to glare at them. There was a brilliant flash of blue light and an eyeball appeared, hovering over the castle. "I hope you do not mind that I make a grandiose appearance." It blinked strangely. "I am prepared for our negotiations and talk of a truce."

"Who are you?" Boran growled. "We are expecting the lord of the castle to appear to us."

"That would be me, good sir." The eye blinked again, focusing on Boran. "You must be the prince of the orcs are you? And my, my. How princely of a form you have." He chuckled.

"Lord Midian." Rohmir spoke up. "I am Rohmir, Prince of the Ursid people. This is Prince Duncan of the Krelnan, and as you have guessed; Prince Boran of the Orcish warriors." He stated. "We have come to discuss terms of peaceful relations between our races. You are a powerful sorcerer, so we humbly plead that these attacks stop."

"We will begin the negotiations, and if I like your terms, then perhaps I will call a cease fire. What is it you offer?"

The three looked at each other, Duncan responded. "We offer our services to you milord." He said, trying not to make it sound like bile on his tongue.

"We will do any tasks you ask of us, as long as you let our people be in peace."

"Hmm... a very compelling idea." The eye mused for a moment before looking at Boran. "And you as well, massive prince? What say you to this arrangement?"

Stoic as an orc can be, Boran simply remained with his arms crossed, his glare fixed on the eye. "For my people, I agree to these terms."

"Then we shall discuss the specifics of our arrangement then."

There was a cold, unforgiving chill for a brief second as the three princes were engulfed in a brilliant white light, and suddenly they found themselves standing in a massive chamber. High vaulted ceilings poured and cascaded upwards, reaching a point that was obviously the tip of a tower, a small glow of sunlight glimmered in, casting a pinpoint of illumination in the large halls. Their feet were standing on stone, the floor had been carved from marble, a white, textured color that slid seamlessly along like an unbreaking ocean wave splashing on a beach. As they turned about they noticed a small spot of light coming down a far off flight of steps they wouldn't have seen without it showing them the path. The trio gasped at the sheer size of the hall now as the light from the lantern began to creep to the hidden corners. A large, older human approached them. His hair was silver in color, pulled back the length fell to his shoulders. He wore a black robe lined with silvery trim and a matching belt. He looked at them casually. His right eye was covered by a framed dark glass while his left eye was a faint hazel color that reflected green on the lighting.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." He said with a soft smile. "I am Emperor Midian."

The three princes looked askance at one another, he was a strange one, coming unarmed and alone down to meet the leaders of three repelling armies? It seemed impossible he was this insane. "E-Emperor..." Rohmir said, still somewhat stunned. "Where are your men?"

"Oh, they are here, Prince Rohmir." The old man said, raising his hand and snapping his fingers.

The snap echoed through the chamber at impossible levels before the lights suddenly illuminated the room, and the group found themselves surrounded by no less than fifty guards. Massive suits of armor of purple and silver makes lined the wall, large weapons, swords, halberds, lances were clutched in one hand while large, reflective shields took up the other.

"Do not be alarmed." Midian said calmly. "They will only attack if I am threatened. If you would please come with me, we can discuss our business today."

Duncan followed the closest behind Midian while Rohmir and Boran followed just behind as the approached the same staircase that Midian had just descended and they started up it again. "It is good to have guests in my home." He said as they climbed. "Prince Rohmir, your negotiations are quite well known to my people. And Prince Duncan, your combat strategy is a required field of study for many aspiring soldiers."

"Hrm hrm... perhaps under the category of "How not to fight a battle"." Boran snorted indignantly.

Midian hadn't turned to face them, and continued on. "And Prince Boran, not only is your strength and tongue renowned, but you strive to set yourself apart from the stereotype for your kind."

"What exactly is the stereotype of my kind?"

"Dumb. Angry. Strong. Those are words frequently associated with the orc." Midian answered with a shrug.

"Humans have a surprising lack of discretion when it comes to insulting their enemies too." Boran said with a growl.

"I do not wish to be enemies with any of you. I simply wish to spread my empire out until the sun never sets upon it."

"So your goal is global conquest?" Duncan asked. "What mind works like that?" He grunted as Boran gave him a rather forcible slap to the back of the head. "Nngh. I mean... such a great empire deserves to expand. I hope our mutual friendships will spare our people from your anger."

The human grunted as he pushed against the double doors as they approached, opening up a large room with a grand table at the center of the room. As they approached, the wizard snapped his fingers and the table was suddenly littered with parchments similar to the ones that Duncan had drafted up. As they looked closer, they found these were those documents.

"How did you?" Duncan asked. "I did not even bring them with us."

"Your essentials have been transported here." Midian said as he leaned over the documents. Boran and Rohmir noticed that their own drafted agreements were part of the collection as well as Midian hummed over the details. "So, you offer your services to me in trade for the safety of your countrymen and women." He stated. "What sort of services do you boys offer?"

"Anything that needs done, milord." Rohmir said. "We would be at your beck and call."

"Would you now?" He said, slipping off his eyeglass and turning around to reveal the blue eye from Rohmir's dream and the one hovering over the castle. "We shall see." His voice faded as a bright light filled the room.

The large drawbridge being lowered was the next thing that Rohmir and the others were aware of. He had no recollection of leaving the tower or crossing the large courtyard that led to the gates. A distinctive chill ran down his spine as he looked at the more vacant expressions of Duncan and Boran as they seemed to blink out of their daydream as well. What had that been? He knew that they had come down to inform their men that the arrangement was made, and that until further notice the Princes would be residing in Midian's castle, but he didn't remember anything after seeing the eye beneath the glass.

As expected, the men of all three armies were in the chokepoint of the drawbridge; moving with uncertainty as their leaders followed the emperor from his hold.

"My lord!" The orcish grunt cried out, waving a broad sword. "Where have you been!?"

"Lower your weapons!" Boran snapped and pointed at his partition of the group who grew silent and obeyed. "We have reached an accord with the Emperor Mideon."

"Yes." Duncan agreed. "We are to cause him no harm, and in exchange for our services and cooperation, he will not be a threat to any of our people!" The Krelnans also put their weapons at ease, but did not put them onto the ground.

At a glance, Rohmir's people followed suit as he stepped forward. "As per our agreement, we will be lending our expertise to Emperor Midian." He said. "We will remain in his castle, and expect you to all return to your homes, your families. No harm will come to our countries as long as this agreement is in place. Is that not true, Emperor?"

"Yes." Midian nodded. "I swear by my honor, that all attempts to conquer your countries. The Orc, the Krelnan and the Ursid shall be treated as our own countrymen, and you will not see a dragon, sorcerer or soldier come unbeckoned into your lives."

"What about your legion of undead?" One of the orcs cried out obnoxiously.

Midian smiled. "Surely, you cannot believe everything you hear."

"Undead. Pah!" Midian scoffed as he entered the doorway of his castle. All but a few dedicated soldiers remained outside the gates to finish packing up their supplies while Duncan, Boran and Rohmir stepped into the hall behind the sorcerer. "Do I look like a necromancer?"

"Well, you summon great dragons to attack our armies, you've killed--"

"Collateral damage. Honestly!" Midian said, waving his hand at Rohmir. "My means is only to push back and expand, I mean no harm to anybody."

Something in the back of Rohmir's throat refrained him from speaking any further on the subject. The mere appearance of the wizard's face was enough to fill his throat with a strange, tingling desire and he merely felt like the conversation wasn't worth it anymore.

"So, what would you have us do?" Boran asked. He paused as Midian turned to look at him, unresponsive and waiting. Duncan gave the orc a firm punch to the back of the shoulder, Boran ignored it but realized his mistake. "...Your majesty?" He corrected his addressing.

The man's mood lightened and he smiled again. "You will come to learn your place here, Boran. I will send one of my attendants down to show you where you may change out of your current clothing."

"Change?" Duncan asked.

"Surely you don't want such royal garments to be dirtied by the tasks of your new master, do you?" He said, somewhat wandering off with a smirk toward the stairs.

It hadn't been three minutes before the trio heard the sound of footsteps scurrying down the stairs. He was a creature they had not seen before, he stood tall and was almost twice as wide as Boran was. He was more Rohmir's height with beady red eyes the flashed as they came in contact with the lights as he settled in front of them and bowed his head submissively. "The-the master said that you were to be shown to the changing quarters." He said with a high pitched voice that defied his stature. He was dressed in ash-grey robes that cut off at the knees and elbows. A gap in the middle showed a pelt of fur around his belly but not much above or below him.

"Interesting, I would have thought his servants would have been more revealing." Rohmir observed, earning strange glances from the others. "I-I mean from what we've heard of his tastes."

"Oh... oh no, sir. Those types of garments are for his own 'personal' consorts." He admitted. "I am simply the one who cleans the fireplace and tends the stables."

"Then why are you here?" Duncan asked.

The creature shrugged. "I happened to be the first servant the master saw, I was cleaning the main chimney on the east wing, please, forgive me for my appearance." He bowed respectfully. "I'm Mug, by the way."

Mug led the princes down a long corridor and down toward the cellar level. Not quite reaching that kind of depth, the hall they encountered was quite nice and finished with a fur lined red carpet that was soft under their feet. "So, Mug. Any idea what Midian--I mean, your master would have us do?" Rohmir asked, admiring statues of gruesome gargoyles hanging from the pillars of the room they were shown into.

"Oh, I am not sure. Knowing Master's tastes though, you may be in the run for his consorts." He explained. "You will likely be sure when you find the attire he has selected for you."

He showed the three to a smaller door that had a frosted glass pane along its entirety, the smell of water and clean came from it and at Mug's direction they stepped inside. As the door closed behind them, the trio realized they were in the room alone, and there was hardly enough elbow room in between them. Three boxes were lined on the wall where the room let out some into a more dome-shape. Adjoining hallways seemed to lead to bathing rooms, the sounds of running water echoed through the room as the orc looked in his box, then paused and looked again.

"I believe I may have the wrong box." He said. "These don't look large enough to fit a child."

Rohmir was standing beside his box and had already pulled his cloak off and was unfastening the tunic he wore. He chuckled. "No, I'm pretty sure that these are the right boxes for us." He said knowingly.

"This is ridiculous." Duncan said as he tried to pull himself into a small teal colored strap before realizing where it really went. "How are we to do our job here if we are dressed like this?"

Rohmir chortled to himself. He was probably the only one of the three who was admittedly attracted to males. Of course many of his people knew this, even his mother had only barely known before she passed away. He twisted into his white cloth and tugged out the extra layer of cloth to make an impromptu loincloth that fell over his front and backside, casually admiring the other men as they changed. Reaching into the box he pulled out a pair of matching sandals. "We are here to perform our duty to our country." He said. "And it was both of you who came up with this plan at any rate." He stepped back and accidentally bumped into the orc's bare backside. "Oops, sorry about that..."

The room went dark all of a sudden, blotting out Boran's reaction to the contact and Rohmir felt himself stumble haphazardly over Duncan. "HEY!" He hissed. "I ought to--"

His voice was cut off as a blue glow crawled into the room from the ceiling, garnering all of their attention immediately. It was the same blue glow they had encountered from the lake. Rohmir felt the same haze fall over his mind as he did before and he watched as the spark danced above their heads, sweeping over them again and again. He noticed Boran and Duncan's expressions, but he didn't make much of it as the dancing light caught his eyes again, making him gasp a bit as it swept in close to him again. He didn't have to have one of the others point it out, he was standing completely at attention as were Boran and Duncan who had dropped their garments, leaving the bear the most dressed in the room. It wasn't an unnatural feeling, it really felt nice to have this haze over his mind, a feeling of inhibitions releasing swept through Rohmir's body.

"How interesting..." Midian said to himself from elsewhere. He sat naked in a dark room; indian style upon a bed of satin sheets. His right eye was flickering with the magic power he was using, filling the room with a subtle glow. But otherwise he was alone. "It would seem that Prince Rohmir has a partial resistance to my magic." He said to himself. "Which means at least partially, he is willing to indulge in my rather perverted ideas." He chuckled. He waved his hand. "Let's see how our little bear fairs, shall we?"

"Boran, what--?" Rohmir was shoved suddenly and tumbled backwards over the bench. The box his clothes were in fell to the floor but he hadn't even really noticed as the orc caught his legs and the lizard grabbed his arms. The haze in his mind was so strong now he could barely force a struggle. His arousal betrayed him as this abrupt treatment was more of a turn on than he expected. He slobbered messily along the bottom of the lizard's distended balls and cried out. "D-Duncan what are you doing?"

"Oh, I don't know." The reptile shrugged as he raked his talons along the bear's belly, pulling back the vest he had slid on. "Just... going with it, I suppose."

Rohmir could resist no more his tongue slipped behind the orbs and he raised his head lewdly running his tongue along the male's rump, feeling the warmth between the cheeks as he leaned into the tongue. At the same time, Boran's prominent erection pressed against the bulge in the loincloth that the bear had put on. He quickly discarded the garment and gripped both shafts in a large hand, pressing them together as his fluids began to intermix with what escaped the bear's tip. "Now this is nice." He admitted as he leaned forward so the heft of his cock pressed down against the bear's own, prodding at his stomach as the orc licked and nipped at the fur on the ursid's chest, making Rohmir pant as he found the end of the trail and began to press his tongue against the muscles of Duncan's ring. He hissed and grunted, Duncan was definitely tight, likely if he'd been with a male before he was never the bottom. Not that it mattered, it made the experience more enjoyable to Rohmir. The haze in his mind made things feel natural, even though somewhere he was likely screaming that something was wrong.

Hooking his muscular arms under Rohmir's knees, Boran hoisted his legs up, settling the bear into a position flatly on the bench. Rohmir's tongue slipped out of Dunan's ass, but he quickly adapted and began to lick along the rigid shaft instead, letting it teasingly slip in and out of his lips, covering them in the bitter sweet scent of his pre. His lips parted slightly and he felt the fluid trickle down his cheeks as the orc sank to his knees and began to work his tongue on the bear's backside. He gripped Rohmir's shaft like a joystick and tugged it to the side, the orc's lips sucked in the orbs one at a time, letting them fall heavily out before he began to move downward. The tongue now pressing against Rohmir's hole made him tighten on instinct, but after some prodding, Boran's tongue won through and he was suddenly deep inside.

"MMMMhhmmm!" Rohmir's cries were muffled by the cock he let slip into his throat. He'd almost released on the very sensation of the wet, slimy tongue wriggling within him. He shook rather violently all of a sudden, releasing wet streams of white across his belly and chest, the sensation was just too much for him. And he felt Boran's grip tighten on his legs now, pushing his body up for more, the orc became more ravenous as he growled and pressed his tongue deeper.

Still twitching from his release, Rohmir's arousal didn't lose any steam and continued to pulse out beads of white as the orc rose and pressed his own tip against the wet hole he'd been stretching with his tongue and finger and pressed his weight inward. As straight as the orc seemed to be he was truly an expert on anal penetration. Rohmir howled out, ignoring the shaft slapping at his tongue as his cheeks were pushed apart rather abruptly by Boran's girth. He gasped and his lips wrapped around the member again. He felt like a musician's accordian, feeling his lower half and upper half push toward the center at the same time, Rohmir began to ponder if their cocks would ever meet inside of him. Boran's heavy breathing began to turn to a growling noise as the shaft worked its way through the tight hole while it tasted like Duncan had sprung a leak, pouring semen against Rohmir's tongue as his grip on the bear's head began to intensify and tighten while the orc's weight began to slam even more needfully into him.

Roaring and howling echoed through the room so suddenly it was hard to tell who came first, Rohmir could feel his ass suddenly flood with a heavy load from the orc who lunged in and held himself in for several seconds before humping his fluids deeper and deeper into the bear, while his throat suddenly filled with the thick and musky scent of Duncan's release. At some point he'd lost control himself and came again, giving his chest fur another layer of cum to mix with what was already drying. The men collapsed together, and soon after, the hazy feeling began to lift as the blue light that had circled them the entire time slowly began to disappear.

Again, the memories of their time together seemed like a dream; only Rohmir recollected more of it than he had before and remained in an awkward silence as the orc and lizard came to and began to casually dress themselves as though nothing happened. During their time asleep someone or something had come and cleaned up the evidence, but the fact that they couldn't really remember what they had experienced disturbed the ursid who calmly dressed himself; he would have questions to ask Midian later, but for now, he didn't want it to look like he wanted any part of that, even though it was the single most sexual moment of his life.

"This is... ridiculous." Duncan complained. He was dressed in a teal colored loincloth that looked like a set of undergarments with the sides twisted around the waist. His top wasn't unlike Rohmir's which was basically a vest worn open to reveal his slim stomach and muscles. He continually tugged down on the fabric and grunted in impatience as he tugged at the vest which dangled only halfway down his torso. "This must be yours, Rohmir, you are clearly wearing the larger vest."

Rohmir stared at him in disbelief. His outfit was white, and while his vest was larger it still hung at his mid-drift like a belly dancer's garment. His loincloth was barely enough to cover his front as his round rump hung out the back. By all standards he looked ridiculous in his opinion especially with the sandals that adorned his feet. "And if it were, where would I wear your vest? I don't think it could fit around my cock much less my shoulders." He scoffed.

"At least I'm more comfortable than you two look." Boran looked in all means hot. A belted harness was strapped across his chest along with a matching pair of pants. If he wore no undergarments though everything would be exposed in the middle. He tugged at them uncomfortably as he adjusted himself, the window giving a fine view of his white briefs underneath a steady, darkened layer of skin flushed across his cheeks. "How much longer must we put up with this?"

"It is only our first day." Duncan scoffed. "You look like you could pick up any man you want like that."

"I'm sorry, I cannot hear you, Duncan. The sight of your outfit has rendered my senses gone." Duncan proceeded to finger a rude gesture, which the orc promptly grabbed, twisted the male's wrist around and snarled in his face. "But not that sense."

"AHH! Release me! You will break my wrist!"

"A fitting punishment." Boran said. "For that curt tongue of yours."

"Stop it! Both of you!" Rohmir bellowed, making the orc release the Krelnan. "We will not have to be here long, the moon's phase comes tomorrow. Then we will be rid of him and these clothes. Please, you both must live up to your agreement if we are to be successful."

"Fine." Both Princes said at the same time.

Exiting the room, they were surprised to see Mug standing outside the door. He had nodded off with his arms folded standing on one leg as he leaned against the frame. Snorting on the sound of the door closing he awoke and looked at the three of them. "Ah, all three of you have made the master's consort list, I see. A very select group, he only has two normally."

"What happened to his last ones?" Boran asked curiously.

Mug shrugged. "No one knows, it's assumed he simply was not satisfied with them and he vaporized them while they were giving him... oral pleasure."

Duncan could feel his blood freeze at the idea, to simply go from sucking a man's cock to being vaporized? They must have done something completely unworthy to--his steps slowed as the idea of pleasuring the emperor like that made his every fiber tingle and he had to force himself to not show his sudden arousal. The more he thought about it though, the more his cock begged to break out of his new, more revealing clothes. The others looked back at him and he staggered a bit, pretending as though he'd lost his balance when the others turned their attention forward again he tried hard to think about things other than the master--

"Master?" He muttered to himself, rubbing the side of his head. Why had he thought of him like that? The imagery of the emperor felt almost burned in his memory; the smooth slick silver hair, the rather impressive stature of a man who was probably pushing middle age. He couldn't quite keep his erection down and he began to awkwardly shift between adjusting his cloth and walking with his thumbs stuck through them to make it seem bulkier.

"What is wrong with you?" Boran said, edging back. "You're acting more awkward than--is that an erection?" He laughed so loudly that Mug and Rohmir both turned to look at them.

"It's none of your business, orc." Duncan hissed. "These cloths are too tight, it's giving me a lot of rubbing and I cannot help the reaction."

"Well, keep it under control, if master sees you like this, he's probably going to want to take advantage of you first."

"Wh-what did you just say?" Duncan asked, fighting back a laugh.

"I said if Midian sees you like this--"

"No, you said "master"." Rohmir said, slowing his steps as well. "Why would you call him that?"

"I didn't!" Boran objected.

"Oh, don't worry. Everyone calls him master eventually." Mug said. "You should get used to it, master is very kind to his loyal subjects." He turned and continued walking on. Rohmir hesitated for a moment, and then continued on after Mug.

"What have we gotten into?" Duncan asked the orc.

The door to the master chambers was enormous, as tall as he was, it would have taken three Borans standing on each other's shoulders to reach the top of the doorframe. Two large purple doors took up the space in the portal with large brass handles. Dark lines of paint strung out from the knobs making a fanning pattern along the entire length of the doors, and the light shining down from one of the skylights above cast an eerily mystic glow upon it. Rohmir's throat felt dry as they approached it and Mug turned to bow.

"The master is expecting you." He said, staring at the ground for a moment. "I have chimneys to attend to, should you need aid simply snap your fingers and a guard will assist you."

"He's wanting to see us now?" Boran asked nervously.

"I thought he would want us to... do other things for him before we got to his chambers." Duncan asked, putting a claw on his chin.

"If you were not aware, this is master's last night for a week of rest. He sleeps through the first cycle of every moon." Mug explained. "If he were to have you do anything for him, now would be the time."

As if by magic, the doors clicked and creaked as they moved inward on their own. It didn't appear that there was any force behind it and the cool rush of air that blew past their feet, making Rohmir and Duncan's vests flap only made Boran's own throat go dry. Slowly they started making their way through the entryway, watching as veils of silk washed to the side as if wind blown, but there was no active current moving in on them.

"I'm... not good at acting like a kren." Boran said, using his orcish tongue to describe a man who preferred other men. "What if I'm no good at it?"

"Hmmhmm, trust me." Rohmir said, recollecting the memories of their earlier encounter. "You'll do fine."

"What would you do?" Duncan asked. "Being a big kren yourself, Rohmir?"

"Excuse me?" Rohmir asked, trying to sound defensive, but adding a little too much to it.

"The entire Orcish empire knows this." Boran said. "You have not even had a suitor and you are what... nearly thirty years old?"

"I happen to be twenty-three." Rohmir answered snidely. "And what business is it of yours who I choose to bed with?"

"You are the teacher in this after all--"

"No." A voice suddenly startled all three of the princes who looked up to see Midian standing near a portal into the adjoining room from the hall they found themselves in. "I will be the teacher." Midian wasn't extravagantly dressed, but he had a strange scent about him. A silver framed dark glass hung over his right eye as opposed to the plain rimless one he'd had on earlier, and his robes were red with gold trim, the neck cut sharply down between his pectoral muscles, giving a hint of silvery hair on his chest that was adorned by a hanging purple jewel between them. He pressed his fingers together and observed the men for a moment. "It was good of you to come, I was beginning to worry that I would have to enter my rest without company for the night at least. Please come in."

He led them into an open room with a balcony overlooking the western horizon, the sun was nearly set already and flooded the room in a bright golden light. A small pool of water sat down two steps within the room, the waters were swirling and bubbling hot, the blue satin sheets on the bed made the massive object look so very warm and inviting, and Midian smiled as he started toward the steps.

"Of course, milord, we could not refuse the hospitality of our host." Rohmir said politely. "We have heard that you must sleep for one week to restore your energies for the month."

"Did you now?" Midian said as he stepped to within a foot of the water. "And what else did you hear of me?" He said as he let the robes slip down his shoulders.

He was naked as a baby underneath the thin cloth, and his body was almost regally compared to his features. He was lithe, but still rounded on his buttocks, his back had the marks of a solid musculature and Rohmir could see the imprint of a blue dragon tattoo etched across his back. He turned to face the men, he was well endowed for a human, he even had a gold colored ring that wrapped around the base of his cock that shined in the light, how it remained on the flaccid length of flesh wasn't very apparent but it didn't look to fit too tightly.

"We... erm... heard that you prefer male consorts..." Duncan answered, almost uncontrolled as he tried to silence himself.

"I see." Midian said. "And you've decided to position yourselves to lull me into a risky position." He slipped into the tub, stepping down and settling into the water with a long drawn sigh. "Is that correct?"

"Ye-yes." Boran stammered, also straining to keep himself from speaking.

"Boran!" Rohmir snapped angrily and then turned to Midian. "Milord, they must have soaked up too much sun, you see they aren't exactly--"

"Silence, Rohmir." The words came, but Midian's lips did not move, and immediately Rohmir lost the ability to continue speaking. "And come join me, all of you, it's quite lonely in this tub, I could use some company."

Rohmir could feel that same haze coming over his mind, he struggled against it, the need, the lustful feelings that were overwhelming him. He looked at Duncan and Boran who were already casually removing each other's clothes, stripping down until they stood bare on the floor. Seeing them naked made Rohmir want to be naked as well, he tugged at the waistband of his loincloth and allowed it to unravel as Duncan and Boran walked past him, completely erect as they walked over to the tub and slid into the waters beside the sorcerer. He smiled as the two of them began to run their fingers along the human's chest. Midian leaned in and enjoyed a briefly erotic nuzzle from Duncan and shared a kiss with Boran.

"Boran, Duncan... what are you doing? He's... he's evil. He summons the dead, he's killed his last consorts! What do you think he would do to us?"

"AHAHA!" Midian's laugh was both frightening and surprising at the same time. "Killed my consorts? Never! I would not dare." He wrapped a long finger under Duncan's chin and kissed him. He turned his gaze back to the Ursid who felt his heart pound again. "Now come to me, Rohmir..." He said.

"B-But... but Mug said..." Rohmir felt his resistance fading fast, he wanted to join his mast--Midian in the tub.

"I set them free, Rohmir." Midian said, removing his glass and exposing the blue eye which now glowed in a strangely soothing light that only added to the haze. "I would never let them come to harm..." A dragon's eye... Rohmir's thoughts faded and he approached, stepping out of the sandals; the only clothing he had left, to climb in with the three of them and as Midian pulled him into a kiss, he knew that the Ursid was now his as well. As their lips parted, Midian had a smile on his face, putting the bear's hand below the water, he could feel a solid erection from the human. "Go on." He said. "How long can you hold your breath?"

Rohmir slipped under the water, inhaling as he dove down. When under the water, he felt a hand grope his rump and hoist him up slightly. He tried his best to resist letting any oxygen go as he wrapped his muzzle around Midian's cock and he ran it down the length. His hands cupped under the man's balls, he could feel the metal of the cock ring, still quite cool to the touch. Even as his lips touched it, he could feel its cool metal surface. His ass was being accosted by two hands now as Duncan and Boran's bodies shifted around behind him. He could feel Boran's tusks bump against his cheeks as his tongue dove deep into his hole. He gripped tighter on Midian's cock and resisted even harder to keep from exhaling. He continued to lick and tease at the cockhead, he wanted to make it shoot he wanted to give his master even more pleasure and he drove his muzzle down until he swallowed the end of it. By that time though, Rohmir's air was running short and he brought himself to the surface, gasping and moaning as he did so, feeling Duncan's longer tongue now slithering around his balls and then up to start rimming him.

"Nnngh... ahhh...." He hummed loudly and flexed his body out, enjoying the treatment for a short moment before Midian spoke up again.

"That was very good." He said, only slightly out of breath. "You nearly had me there, Rohmir, but I have a bit more fun in mind." He said standing up and briefly teasing the orc with a long slow thrust of his cock into his mouth before parting and stepping out of the tub. "Come here, Boran." He said.

Boran climbed from the tub at his master's beckoning and walked over to him. "Yes, master. What do you wish?" He asked.

His voice was still his own, it didn't sound like he was under anyone's influence at all. "I want you to get me ready for you, I want to fuck you and make you submit to my will."

"Yes, master." Boran said falling abruptly to both of his knees before taking the human cock into his hand and running his mouth along its length.

"Oh, yes..." Midian whispered. "And Duncan, I want you to clean Boran's ass for me, I know how much you Krelnans love the orcs." He grinned.

"Yes, master." Duncan said almost enthusiastically as he jumped from the tub and nearly fell with his face against the green ass. Spreading the cheeks apart, Duncan's long tongue began to slide along the length of Boran's crack, he took extra time at the hole, pressing teasingly against it as Boran moaned in pleasure in between long thrusts of his master's cock down his throat. The sounds were wet as he continued to prepare his master's cock for him, soaking it heavily in the slimy, sticky and slick saliva that dripped from his mouth and onto the floor.

"Oh, yes. I think that will do just fine. Duncan?"

"Master?"

"Step aside."

Duncan scooted to the side and watched in anticipation as the emperor walked around and pressed his firm, rigid cock against the orc's ass. Boran turned around to face him apprehensively, but his concern crumbled into pure bliss as the man's cock pressed inward.

"Oh, yes..." Midian hissed in pleasure as he gripped his hands and his fingertips against Boran's hips before thrusting in suddenly and on the mark.

"Ahh!" Boran cried out as his virgin ass was penetrated for the first time. He growled and his claws gripped the flooring, but instead gasped and reared his hips up to meet his master's stomach as they pressed together.

"Ohh... yes, such a fine, tight ass, Boran."

"Th-Thank you, master." He huffed in response.

"Rohmir, I know how much you enjoy being the bottom, but I wouldn't dare let you not repay Boran for his kindness earlier. Come here."

"Rohmir slipped out of the tub, his cock was now so hard each twitch begged for a release that he could feel in the pit of his stomach.

"Come now, release yourself in Boran's face. Duncan will help you."

"Yes, master." Duncan obeyed and quickly got to his feet and approached the Ursid.

Rohmir began to stroke himself, feeling the orc's face as Boran licked at the smooth shaft, enjoying the occasional spit of precum that dripped down his cheek. Duncan moved in and wrapped his arms around Rohmir, taking fine strides to press his cockhead against the bear's hole. He'd been sufficiently lubed in the tub by their combined tongues and the water helped a lot with the lubrication as well. It didn't take much for Rohmir to lean back and suddenly feel the pop of the reptilian cock puncture his ass. He cried out, his tongue drooping for in a moment of an involuntary expression. "AHH! Hah!" He gasped as his cockhead slipped and slapped against Boran's face. Midian reasserted his grip on Boran's shoulder, slowly sliding out, then thrusting back in harder, making him grunt with a great need as he looked at Rohmir.

"I think you would look good having it done to your face, Boran." Midian panted. "You shall be my first pleasure when I wake from my sleep Rohmir, and you second, Duncan." He grinned. "But you three may have your fun while I am resting."

Twisting together, Duncan thrust deeper into Rohmir's ass, hoisting him briefly with each lunge as Rohmir released his cock and let it slide along the orc's face, unaided by his hands as he grew closer and closer to his climax.

Duncan came first though, his fingers dug into Rohmir's hips and there was a hard shudder as he began to cum copious amounts of seed into the bear. The seed broke past their seal and began to dribble down to the floor under them. The intense pressure set Rohmir off who suddenly exploded into Boran's face. The orc closed his eyes and accepted the facial with an open mouth and an eager tongue as it coated him.

"You will cum... for me.." Midian whispered growing closer to his climax. Finally, a slight twist did it and the orc let out a ferocious roar, suddenly firing several shots onto the ground, coating Rohmir and Duncan's feet in his projectile. Midian threw his head back and cried out, suddenly cumming, his cries finished in a volley of grunts as he emptied himself into his new orc. "You--will all make--fine new... consorts." He panted. "Your master is pleased with you."

It had been two days since their master had laid down to rest when his castle was attacked rather suddenly by the three legions of troops under the Princes' armies. The walls were rattling, the attackers were roaring so loudly that they could have woken the dead with their battle cries. It wasn't until they burst into the room and saw Princes Rohmir, Duncan and Boran standing there before their master's bed nude that they realized the seriousness of their new found dedication.

"Prince Rohmir... what is this?" Orus asked with his mouth hanging open. "Why are you standing here defending this man instead of destroying him.

"Our master does not wish to harm anyone." Boran was the first to speak.

"He has earned our dedication, and you have defied his and our truce by breaking in here." Rohmir added

"But we were meant to end his tyranny here and now!" A Krelnan soldier shouted.

"He does not mean tyranny." Duncan responded. "He only brings truth."

"Now you can either join us. Or you can face us, Orus." Rohmir said as he stood just a step closer than the other two.

An orc soldier looked at the man sleeping on the bed, and suddenly took the chance, lunging at him, raising his sword in a cleaving action.

"NO!" The three princes roared at once, causing a burst of white energy to explode through the room, throwing everyone but themselves to the floor. As the light settled, an angry looking Rohmir was looking down on them. "If you wish to destroy our master, then you will have to destroy us first."

"Would you raise your hand against your Princes?" Boran growled.

"N-No..." Orus said calmly. "We... we will submit to what you think is best, my prince." He looked at Rohmir. "Are you so certain of this? Are you not under his influence?"

"He's allowed us to see the greater truth." Duncan said. "That our fighting can only be resolved if we become one. I have given my fealty to him."

"As have I." Rohmir added.

"All we ask is that you put your weapons down, and walk away." Boran added calmly.

Finally, having seen their dedication so strong in defending the emperor, the three armies finally laid down their arms and returned home. And when Midian awoke days later, a stronger, fully united kingdom stood before him, and his empire finally did reach from sunset to sunrise after all.

THE END