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Always In Charge for Taiko by Draconicon

"So you got nothing you can part with?"

"I'm afraid not, oh Great and Powerful Bruha; anything that would be useful to you is on the forbidden goods list."

And you aren't gonna bend that rule for me, are ya, prince? the orc thought as he looked the mongoose over. Unlike that other brother he'd met, he doubted that this Prince Savitr would just bend over and give him a deal for a good bit of orc cock. There was something about this mongoose that left Bruha a little ill at ease, which was strange, considering his own power.

To take his mind off of it, the orc walked towards the window of the room, glancing out over the rest of Novus Ager. The business room they stood in was near the top floor of the new tower in the Kingdom's Enclave, the newest part of the city. Bruha didn't know where it came from, but he knew it wouldn't be long before it started bowing to the power of the city. Already the boundaries were mixing with the rest of the city proper, and sooner or later, this tower would head towards the other skyscrapers.

The prince's soft cough got his attention again, and he turned around.

"What?"

"I'm sure that you've your reasons for such powerful artifacts. Would you mind sharing them?"

"I don't think that matters any."

"Oh Great and Powerful Bruha, I'm sorry to say that it does. Particularly as certain circumstances might warrant me bending the rules for you."

The orc chuckled. So, the princes were brothers after all; one just wanted cock, while the other wanted information.

"Guess it won't do much harm. I just want to make sure that I can get what I want."

"That must be a vast and varied list, oh sorcerous one. Nothing less could be conceivable."

"You know, you got that right. Not that many of the family would agree, really; what's wrong with taking a few dozen - or a few hundred - dragons and showing them their place, huh?"

"I imagine absolutely nothing, if one is honest in their endeavors."

"Heh, they know what'll happen to them. I make sure that they know their place by the end of it."

Bruha chuckled, unable to keep from flexing just a bit. The way that the mongoose looked at him, the way he talked; it was like he was finally being appreciated for the specimen that he was. The bells that hung in loops from his nipples rang softly, and he saw the mongoose look down at them.

"Heh, you like?"

"They are most elegant pieces of jewelry, Powerful Bruha. May I take a closer look?"

"Heh, look all you like, Prince."

Maybe you're not so different from your brother, after all. He loved my body a lot. The orc grinned as he posed, holding his arms over his head as the mongoose prince approached. The slender royal governor stopped at his side, dragging thin fingers over the orc's chest, and then through his beard. They lingered on the gems and pins that were all through his braids, and Bruha chuckled.

"You like shiny things, Prince?"

"Please, call me Savitr, Great Orc. You must remember to respect your own power, after all."

"Heh, you're right. You like the pins, Savitr?"

"They're magnificently made, yes."

The mongoose picked one out of the orc's beard, and for a moment, Bruha frowned. Then the mongoose stroked a hand down his chest, and he chuckled. What was one pin, really? He had dozens of them, and it wasn't like the garnet one did all that much.

It was quite an experience, having a member of royalty explore and touch his bare chest. It was almost as good as when he'd had that other one, Saunak, under his kilt and giving him some proper 'service.' He chuckled as he remembered the other mongoose's talented mouth and tongue, and felt the front of his kilt rise a little.

"So, Savitr, what do you think? Doing good for over a hundred years old?"

"Extraordinary, my magnificent guest. You look not a day over forty, at most."

"That's the power of orc, boy! All those dragons, all those mages. They think they got all the power and all the techniques. Let me tell ya, they ain't got nothing on me."

The prince nodded, and he felt a strange swell of validation. It was strange. He usually didn't brag this much. He didn't call out his own superiority, unless he was around dragons, anyway. Even then, he wasn't usually this loud. What was -

A hand stroked along his bells, and he realized just how hard his nipples had become. The bells rang as Savitr stroked his finger along the hoop. He looked like he was just examining it, but it felt surprisingly good, particularly as the mongoose flicked the hoops and made them bounce along his chest. The orc grunted a bit, his shaft continuing to rise and tent his kilt further.

"Such magnificence and extravagance, and yet such modesty as well. Any other with your power would walk around adorned in silk and gold, and yet you restrict yourself to basic gems and nothing but a kilt. Tell me, oh Great Bruha, do you have no envy? No worries?"

"I'm the best there is, boy," he said with a grin, adjusting his kilt slightly. "There ain't nothing I can't handle out there. Spirits, magicians, toughs; I can deal with anything that comes my way."

"Such a valuable member of the city brings great things to my family, to have you as a guest. Please, I must make you more comfortable."

The mongoose moved faster than he expected, and Bruha only realized that his kilt was on the ground when he heard it thump against the carpet. His big green cock stuck out straight ahead of him, too heavy to rise fully, and he groaned as a mongoose hand - slightly more calloused than Saunak's - wrapped around his shaft.

"Truly, a magnificent specimen of manhood, Bruha. Masculine Bruha. Marvelous Bruha. An orc beyond compare."

"Heh, you keep talking like that..."

He couldn't complete the sentence. He shook his head, looking down at the prince. Just what was he doing? He had to be...be doing -

"Mmph. Damn, you got good hands..."

"A prince is trained to be good at anything. But I am only one man. I can always use the support of talented people. People like you. People that could use what I can give them."

Now they were getting to the heart of the matter. Those items, those artifacts. The orc grinned, even as his cock throbbed harder.

"Heh...what's it gonna take, then?"

"Take? Why, Great and Powerful Bruha, I would take nothing that you did not willingly give. After all, what sort of Prince would I be if I simply demanded without giving something of myself?"

The prince let him go - much to the orc's annoyance - and circled around behind him. Bruha was barely aware of standing naked at the window, only aware of those talented hands running along his hips.

"I would ask your help. I have so much that needs tending to here, so many people that are getting used to a new life. What better help could I get them than a man that knows the city so well, a person so strong that they can handle anything, even a prince's burdens? I hesitate to add to your busy life -"

"Ha! As if I couldn't handle anything you throw at me. You think I can't?"

"Not at all. I simply -"

"Savitr, I can do anything you can think of. Gimme a real challenge besides keeping your guys safe while they get used to the city."

"A challenge, you say?"

Bruha snorted and nodded. The prince obviously thought a great deal of him. Now he wanted to prove it. After taking down a transformative spirit that had taken over members of his family, dealt with a dragon conspiracy in another city, and worked with a perverted prince to bring down a weird cult, he needed a challenge.

The mongoose smiled at him, and he felt another odd surge of pride. For once, however, he didn't question the feeling. After all, he was a powerful orc, a sorcerer beyond compare. Why shouldn't he be proud?

"Then, oh Great and Powerful Bruha, please, lean against the glass."

He wondered where this was going, but as he felt a pair of hands against his ass cheeks, the orc chuckled. So, the prince thought that this was the great challenge that he couldn't take. Bruha laughed as he felt his cheeks being parted, the head of a shaft pressing against his hole. If the prince thought that this was a challenge, he had another thing coming.

Bruha gasped as he was suddenly penetrated, his hands pressing harder against the glass window. Though they were high up, he could see a number of other tall buildings around, many with clear windows and offices. He wondered if anyone would see him, but as the mongoose prince started hammering into him, he realized that it didn't matter. He was a prime piece of orc, and there was nothing to be concerned about. Anyone watching should just enjoy the show, really.

Back and forth he was rocked, Savitr proving surprisingly strong as he used him. The orc grunted, his cock smearing up against the glass and leaving a trail of pre behind as he was fucked hard. He gritted his teeth, his tusks flashing in the noon light.

"Please, Great and Powerful Bruha, bear with this. This test will last for a few hours."

"Heh...do your worst, boy."

"...What the fuck was I thinking?!"

The kilt-less orc groaned as he sat up in bed, shaking his head from side to side as he looked about for that damned prince. Of course, he wasn't in bed with him, and as expected, he wasn't in the room, either. Bruha looked in every single room, his grumbling getting louder and louder as he finally made his way to the living room.

There, in the middle of the coffee table, was a note. He picked it up and began reading it.

_Great Bruha,

I thank you on behalf of myself, my citizens, and King Suresha for your promise of service for the Kingdom's Enclave. I wish I could spend more time with you, but my session with you wore me out nearly as much as it did you. You will find your uniform in your closet for your promised duties, and I will see you in a month, when I've returned from conferencing with my father._

I wish you luck in all your endeavors, and remind you that you are both protector of this enclave and subordinate to it. May your life be filled with interesting times until my return.

Prince Savitr.

"I think I preferred his brother."

The orc threw the paper down on the ground and walked over to the closet. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. After all, Savitr had left him his pins and his hoops, as well as all the other stuff he'd come with. Maybe the mongoose hadn't told everyone what had happened. Maybe -

"Oh...Fuck...You."

Hanging in the closet was nothing but a miniature version of his kilt, too short to cover his ass, and complete with a cock ring that matched the patterns on it. It even had a stitched in message on the back, saying 'Savitr's Servant.'

"DEFINITELY prefer his brother..."

The End