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A Kingly Conquest For Greywolf15000 By Draconicon

"You have an hour, Leor. For old time's sake, and nothing more."

The lion monarch nodded, taking his seat at the far side of the cold stone table. The room was so quiet, so empty, that he could hear the sound of his seat being taken. A second later, a harder, louder thump filled the air as his old friend - or perhaps, former friend - sat down as well.

Leor leaned against the table, his chin against his palms as he examined his fellow monarch. Eyes that had once laughed with him gazed on him in disapproval, and the lips beneath the beard that had once turned up in smiles were pulled down, both by the longer war-beard style that Olof now wore and in the disapproval that he'd grown too used to seeing over the last few years.

Then again, what person would approve of the general coming to conquer their land?

The lion shook his head slightly before sitting up straight again. Under the cover of adjusting his shirt, he pulled his overcoat apart a bit. He saw the way that Olof looked at the golden buttons on his coat, and smiled.

He still knows value, he thought as he adjusted his clothes just a little more for the sake of looking better.

The silence stretched on. If there had been other delegates, other members of the dwarf's kingdom or his own budding empire, Leor had no doubt that someone would have spoken up already. Diplomats were like that, always wanting to keep things moving, keep people talking.

That was why he'd come alone. Or at least, one of the reasons. When they'd been friends, the silence had been as much a part of their friendship as anything else. He wanted that reminder to linger over the dwarf's head. He wanted Olof to be remembering their old times together as fondly as possible.

He knew that he was remembering them. And he knew that he was about to betray them for the greater good.

Letting a full quarter of his hour drift by, Leor filled the time with little tweaks to his clothes, each time showing off something different, something new. Rich silk from the lands of the south. Golden bands and jewelry from the mines to the west. Gems attached with the skilled craftsmen of the northern cities. Each thing was a new bit of wealth, a new show of things that he had conquered in his time, and a reminder to the dwarf of what being part of his empire might mean.

But silence could not last forever, and Olof was the one to break it.

"You came here to talk. Are you gonna talk, or is this one of those token gestures I keep hearing about you making?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't brush me off, boy. I know you know what I mean. Your armies coming in, breaking people down, and giving them some little thing to make them think it's not so bad living under you."

"Would I do that to you, old friend?"

"If it got you my mountains, yes."

You know me better than most. Half of the other leaders fell for this.

The lion shook his head, regardless. Brushing his mane back out of his face in the process, he pulled on a smile.

"Olof, I came here because we used to be friends. The rest of the continent is mine, and they're living...happily enough."

"They were living fine before you decided to make all the decisions for them. And before you put all these degenerate laws into effect."

"What -"

"Don't. Don't play like you don't understand what I mean."

Yes, the dwarf had been well informed. Perhaps too well-informed.

Then again, perhaps he should have worn something more conservative for this meeting, if he wanted to keep things quiet. The lion's attire wasn't particularly good at hiding anything. Though he wore an overcoat over his plain shirt, both clung to his chest with an express purpose of showing off his body. Though the table covered him below the waist, he'd seen the way that Olof had averted his eyes. The king's prudishness was as strong as ever.

The fact that the fashions had caught on in numerous parts of the empire, and the way that certain strictures had been relaxed - most notably among the adultery laws - probably hadn't helped.

Leor shrugged.

"I seem to have made them happier with some of these decisions. The way that people treat their spouses seems to be less...murderous, than in the past."

"In the past, people knew what was good for them, and people stuck together for better or worse. Not just until something better came along."

"Or so everyone thought."

The lion had the feeling that, if they hadn't been meeting under a flag of peace, the dwarven king would have thrown something at him. As it was, he could see Olof's fingers tightening around the edge of the table, turning white before relaxing. The dwarf turned his head.

"Tell me. Old friend. Are you going to bring your army to bear on me?"

"If all else fails? Yes."

"Thank you for not lying."

The dwarf stood up from the table, walking to one of the smooth stone walls that surrounded them. Leor waited as Olof looked over the paintings along them, and took a moment to observe them himself. The histories of the land were laid out in grand detail upon them, and he could see that his own conquests had been recorded. Surprisingly neutrally, for that matter; the artist must have been paid to keep it as clean from bias as possible.

Olof ran his hand over some of them, particularly the conquest of the south, before turning around.

"You'll cut your army to pieces trying to take my strongholds."

"I know."

"You'll ruin everything that you already have."

"I know."

"Then why -"

"Because I have a different plan."

Standing up from the table, the lion monarch made his way over to the wall as well. He took a spot beside the dwarf, and slowly laid his hand on his former friend's shoulder.

"I don't mean to fight my way through."

"At least you're smart enough to know that."

"I mean to make my way through you."

Before the dwarf could respond, the lion lifted him off of the ground. With a grunt and a shove, he threw the king back towards the table. Solid as the stone they were built of, the stone chairs didn't collapse from the king's weight. Leor was upon him a second later, and his wide belt - an accessory chosen for just this occasion - served as a marvelous bit of rope to tie the king down.

"What are you doing?! We're under a peace flag!"

"I know. And I thank you for honoring that. But desperate times call for desperate measures."

He fished a thick handkerchief out of his pocket, stuffing it in the dwarf's mouth before he could call for help. The guards wouldn't have heard the thump of the king hitting the chair, but there was a chance that a call for help might be heard through the thick door. Not a great chance, but more of one than he wanted to risk.

Shaking his head, he reached into another pocket, and slowly pulled out a gold coin, punched through in the middle to allow for a string to hang from it. The lion held it between their eyes for a moment, letting the torchlight glimmer off of it and send golden specks of light over the dwarf's face.

"Olof. I miss our old friendship. I may never have that back...but I can live with having you under my heel, and your people under my rule."

"Mmmph! 'ou 'on't -"

"You won't have a choice here, old friend. Ever since I figured out how to do this, I've found it's much simpler if I don't let anyone near me have a choice. It's safer that way, for all of us."

Tapping the side of the coin, he set it slowly turning, slowly spinning in front of the dwarf's face. It went left, then right, a slow and silent swinging. It continued to spin as well, throwing light and gold over the dwarf king's face.

Leor stood up, keeping his eyes on his opponent's. They were narrowed, glaring, but they kept coming back down to the coin, just as he'd hoped. The lure of gold was a thing that transcended species and race. It drove all to be interested, and that was the hook that he needed.

"Just look at the coin, Olof. Just look at the gold coin. Just look at it, so pure and bright. You're already thinking of how valuable it is, aren't you? Already pondering the purity and the cost of it, the amount of silver it might be worth. But you can't quite tell, can you? You think you can, if you keep looking. So just keep looking; I won't take it away.

"Keep watching as it turns. Keep watching as it sways. The gold keeps turning just out of view, always just a bit less than what you need to make your decision. But you can find the value. All you have to do is keep watching the coin. Keep watching it."

He had used this trap so many times, though the speech changed depending on just who needed the treatment. On an officer, he might talk about how it was their pay, and the closer they guessed to how much it was, the more of it they got. On a civilian, he might have said that if they could guess the face on it, they could get a fortune to live for a year. But it didn't matter what he said; as long as it kept them fascinated with the coin, then the spiel had done its job.

Leor shook his head as the king's eyes almost reluctantly fixed with the coin, following it back and forth with the dedication of the most zealous priest. He had hoped that there was more willpower there, if only so he could remember his friend properly, but no. The gold lust was as strong as it ever was for dwarves.

But at least he knew he could make Olof his creature. It was always a pity to lower a man to something so bestial, but it was better to have a trained dog at his side than a man that might turn on him. He'd learned that in the most painful of ways, and he didn't want to have to learn his lesson again.

He tapped the coin, making it spin a little more, a little faster as it swayed further out.

"That's it. The coin is slowly getting clearer, and my voice is getting harder and harder to hear. But it's still there. Still in the back of your head, whispering away. But you won't let it get to you. All that matters is the coin. I can say whatever I want, as long as you keep looking at the coin. After all, what I say isn't important. What I say is just something that can buzz around like a fly in the back of your head.

"A little fly whispering about how much better it would be for us if you were to listen to me. A little fly telling you how much easier it would be if you listened to what another king said. After all, only another king has so much wealth to throw around. Only another king could understand how hard it is to deal with all the people expecting things of you. Isn't that right?"

Olof nodded. Leor doubted that the dwarf knew that he'd even done it, considering how much he stared at the coin, but the lion smiled.

"Yes, that's right. I'm the only other king that could ever understand what you go through. I'm the only one that has to deal with the same things. I'm the only one under as much stress as you are. And you are under so much stress. People demanding you to fix this problem. People thinking you're doing it wrong. People thinking you made a mistake to meet with me rather than try and kill me."

Again the dwarf nodded. The lion had expected no less; the dwarves were as insular as they were protected. The idea of meeting with someone, let alone bending knee to them, would have been anathema.

Maybe you valued our old friendship more than I thought too, old friend, Leor thought with a shake of his head. He almost felt tempted to pull the coin back and make a talk in good faith.

Almost. He couldn't afford for this to go wrong. The dwarves would rip his armies to shreds on their fortifications. Even if he won, there wouldn't be enough soldiers left to hold the land. He'd nearly made that mistake once before, and had been a year in retaking lost territory. He couldn't afford to do it again. More than that, he knew that Olof would never deal with him if he stopped now; the betrayal would be too much to bear.

So he continued, whispering the dwarf king deeper into his new world.

"The king is always hurting, always tired, always harried, and you've always told me that you wanted someone that could help you. You've wanted someone that would listen, someone that would take that tiredness, that weight from you. But who could you give it to? Only another king, and there's never been one that you could trust. Never been one that you could talk to. Never been one that could understand.

"Until now."

For the briefest of seconds, Olof looked away from the coin and at him. In that momentary exchange, Leor saw the tiredness that he'd spoken of. Olof was exhausted, and yet...yet, there was a spark of hope there.

"Yes. There is another king," he said as the dwarf looked down. "Another king that you can trust. Another king that can take the weight from your shoulders from time to time. Another king that knows how you feel.

"You know that he knows how you feel, because he rules an even greater swathe of people than you do. You know that he understands because he came to it with all the hard work that he did, instead of just inheriting it like you had."

Yes, that was doing it. That was doing it very well. The dwarf's eyes were tearing up slightly, and Leor knew that he was almost there. The sympathy, the connection had been forged. Now he just needed to use it.

"Imagine how tired you get. Imagine how stressed you are. Now imagine how much worse it would be if you had to take care of a dominion ten times, twenty times what you have. Imagine how the people would scream if you did the slightest thing wrong. Imagine how there would never be any quiet. Imagine how it would be if you couldn't get away, and had nothing to take care of you."

He could see the weight settling in on the dwarf's shoulders. The king was shaking in his bindings. It was then that Leor knew that he didn't need the coin anymore. He put it away, and knelt down.

A glance at Olof's eyes showed that the dwarf king was deep in a trance. The swaying coin and his soft voice had been enough to lull the king to a place where he could listen, where things made so much sense. Leor smiled softly, reaching up and slowly taking the gag back out of the dwarf's mouth.

"Who is that king?"

"You...you are."

"Tell me, Olof. Do you like being king?"

"There's no pleasure in it. There never has been."

That was one thing that Leor would happily argue against, but that was for another time. For his purposes, Olof's disregard of the good sides of rulership served him.

"I can help you."

"Why...why would you help me?"

"Because you are my friend. You've always been my friend, Olof. Even before I rose, we were close. You might have forgotten it, dismissed it. But I never did."

He had learned long ago that the arts of hypnosis required truthful things as well as twisted statements and questions, and he had saved this truth specifically for this moment. It stung a bit to see Olof's eyes both light up and fill with tears at the same time, but he held it back, smiling as graciously as he could at the dwarf.

"Let me help you."

"How...how can you help?"

"Let me take the lead for a while. Let me show you how good it feels to be serving someone else."

"Serving?"

"Yes."

He stood up again, the chair keeping the dwarf's head at the perfect level for this. He took a deep breath and slowly undid the ties of his pants, lowering them until his shaft was exposed, the length already growing and getting hard at being shown to another, higher member of society.

"Serving me...here...now."

Olof's eyes went worryingly wide, but Leor put his hand on the back of the dwarf's head as he stepped closer, the lion's shaft stroking along his lips.

"To serve another has no shame, no matter how deviant it might seem. To give yourself to someone else is not the same as being a pervert, or a person of 'business'. All it is now, all you're doing, is giving some of yourself to someone else. Let me show you the pleasure of service."

The trance held, and the king opened his mouth. It was a slow, reluctant motion, and he knew that Olof could break here. But he needed to push this. If he didn't make the dwarf understand how good this was, there was no way that he would bend later.

He took it slow, sliding his cock into the dwarf's mouth. The tongue was smoother than those of his kind, and Leor let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he started sliding in. He kept one hand on the back of the king's head, holding him in place as he started sliding back and forth, back and forth.

"That's it. You can feel the pleasure of another, can't you? The stiffness in your mouth. The warmth of flesh on your tongue. You can always tell how good you are making someone else feel. You know they approve of you. You know that they want you."

Stirring under him, Olof seemed to like that. At the very least, the lion could smell that the king was starting to get a little bit aroused. It wasn't much - dwarves were too wrapped up to get much of their body odors - but it was encouraging. He started to push deeper, pushing his cock towards the back of the dwarf's mouth as he continued.

"Yes. The slow throbbing of the shaft on your tongue, the feeling of it twitching and bouncing as it gets more excited. Even the building, salty taste of its juices is a sign of how much I approve of you. Everything you feel is my way of showing you how good you're doing. Isn't that so much better than being shouted at by advisors? Isn't that a better feeling than being screamed at by your courtiers? Isn't it better than having your generals trying to tell you what to do, when they have no idea of the situation?"

"Mmm...mmm..."

He smiled as he felt the words sinking deeper and deeper into the dwarf. It was incredible, really; Olof had been such a prude before, always pushing away anyone that didn't cover up, or tried to flirt, or - heavens forfend - managed to get into bed with someone before dark. And now, here he was. Sucking the cock of a person he'd thought of as an enemy only a few short minutes ago.

Leor groaned as he slid in and out, whispering more and more of the joys of submission, filling the king's mind with as much as he could come up with. The flood of words came as quick and thick as he could summon them, though at times it was a little bit difficult, particularly as Olof became more active.

The first time that he felt the dwarf's tongue lick at him rather than lay there passively as he fucked the king's face shocked him. He had to pause, holding himself still as his shaft twitched and throbbed in his old friend's face, and this time, it was the king sliding his head forward, not the lion's hands on his head. Leor panted softly, moaning as the bearded king sucked on him.

"Yes...yes, you feel the pleasure of service, don't you?"

A grunt was his only answer, but he would have had it no other way. The lion groaned, his shaft twitching softly before he finally pulled back. Much as he wanted to finish off now, he knew that he needed to complete the trance.

"The pleasure of service is one that you could have, my old friend."

"How? How? I'm the king. Nobody could -"

"You could serve me, old friend."

The dwarf stared at him in shock, though Leor wasn't sure if it was shock at the suggestion or at not thinking of it himself. Either way, he knew he had to push on.

"Your companionship has reminded me of the stress in my life. Being a king isn't easy. But it's much easier if you have someone to lean on. Someone like you, if you would be willing to serve in that role."

"You mean...be your servant? Doing this for you, when you ask?"

"This, and more."

"There's more?"

He chuckled. Apparently, the prudishness of the king couldn't quite overcome his curiosity.

"There is much more, my old friend. If you give me the relief I ask - if you serve me the way that you just did, and in others - then I swear to you, that you will have the best of times. You will never feel the stresses of kingship so heavily."

"And I...could have my friend back?"

"Your friend, as your master."

It could be no less. The dwarf had to be more than his servant. If he was anything other than a slave, a creature to the lion, then he might fight back. And he needed to submit to it of his own will here and now. If he was pushed down, then there was a chance he could break the chains of the hypnosis, and then Leor would be in deeper trouble than he wanted to think about.

He gripped at his cock, waving it in front of the dwarf's face.

"You will have approval. You will know that you are doing a good job, always. All you need to do is bow, and declare me your master."

The lion reached out with his free hand, tugging on the edges of his belt. It didn't take long to release the entranced dwarf from his bindings, and he stepped back. He let go of his cock, and just watched. This was the moment of truth; would Olof take the deal, or wouldn't he?

Time stretched on, and as minutes began to tick by, Leor wondered just how long they'd been talking. Would the guards be coming to escort him out again? Would the king need to be checked on? Would they be caught?

Finally, five minutes after being given the choice, the dwarf slipped out of his chair. Leor watched as he went to his hands and knees, and bowed deeply.

"I submit...you are my master."

The lion's smile returned, and he stepped forward. He lifted one foot and put it on the dwarf's back, chuckling.

"Say it again."

"Master."

"Again."

"Master."

"Who is your master?"

"Leor is my master. You are my master."

"And what are you?"

"Leor's slave."

The lion couldn't have been happier. He chuckled, almost feeling like he could dance around the room at that point. He nearly gave in to the urge, but stopped himself at the last second. There were other things to do, and he needed to move his plans along. Stepping off of the dwarf, he cleared his throat.

"Then listen to your first commands. In a few seconds, I will snap my fingers, and awaken you from your trance. When I do, you will go out of the room, and tell your men that we need another two hours to talk. You will tell them that we cannot be disturbed. And you will make sure that the hallway is cleared, for our discussion must remain eminently private. Then you will come back, and show me your need to serve.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes, my master."

"Good."

He snapped his fingers, and just like that, Olof was back. The dwarf king stood up, shaking his head a few times, and started making his way to the door. For a moment, Leor almost thought that the hypnosis hadn't stuck.

Then again, Olof hadn't made a comment about his cock still hanging out, so he should be fine. He just had to wait and see.

When the dwarf returned, Leor was seated once more, looking down the table at his friend. Olof paused as he shut the door, and for a moment, he was utterly silent. The lion tapped his fingers as he waited, and couldn't quite keep his worries at bay. What if he'd left the dwarf out of the trance too early? What if things had stuck around in his head and he'd revealed them to the others? What if -

Then Olof turned around, and bowed to the ground, and his worries were no more.

"Forgive me, my master. My king. I have been a stubborn fool, and never saw how much you've offered us until now. You are like a vein of gold that spreads through an entire mountain, lending your beauty and your magnificence to even the most common of stones. I should have seen it years ago. I beg your forgiveness."

It was quite the display, and one that he heartily approved of. The lion smiled as he got up, walking over to the dwarf. He barely laid his hands on Olof's head before the king grabbed him by the leg, hugging it and almost nuzzling his thigh.

"Please...forgive your lowly slave for not seeing this. I don't deserve the kingship here for being so blind."

"You are forgiven."

The words seemed to bring a joyful change over the dwarf, and he stood up immediately, grinning like a young boy through that beard. Leor chuckled a bit, but had to grab his friend before he could run off.

"Ah ah, where are you going?"

"I'm going to abdicate and put you on the throne."

"Heh, don't think you can do that, old friend."

"Why not?"

"Because your people don't want me. We'll have to work this out over time, remember? Otherwise, they're going to fight you on it, and we don't want that."

"You're right."

Another change; not only was he willing to believe nearly anything that the lion said, but the dwarf seemed willing to go along with anything without even considering his own viewpoint. Perhaps a bit of a problem, but the lion could work with it.

"For now, you have something else that you can do for me."

Olof grinned, and turned around. Their differences in height didn't quite put the dwarf's face at crotch level, but it came pretty darn close.

"What do you want, master? Do you want me to go back to having your cock in my mouth? I know that you were enjoying that, and you were tasting pretty damn good. Or did you want to show me something new, like you promised?"

The eagerness was almost too much for him to take. For certain, it was making his cock harder than he could remember it being in some time. The lion smiled as he started stroking himself again, rubbing his cock through his pants before he managed to untie them. He could feel the dwarf's eyes watching every motion, and as his shaft popped out again, he had to hold Olof back to keep him from swallowing the shaft immediately.

"Ah ah. Wait a second."

"So, we are doing something new?"

"Oh yes. Take off your clothes, and get on the table."

It didn't take the king long to do that, surprisingly. Layers of ceremonial armor and bits of leather underclothing came peeling off almost immediately, and as the smaller male climbed onto the stone table, Leor couldn't help but watch that ass as it came up. Despite the dwarf being so much shorter than him, that ass was packed tight with muscle, and he had a good feeling about how much fun he was going to have.

He walked up behind his old friend, running his claws up and down the dwarf's hairy legs, making his way up to the hips and adjusting them a bit. The table put the dwarf at a good height for this, though he still had to make a few adjustments.

Olof hardly seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed eager to learn how best to please his master, as a good slave should.

"Is this right?"

Leor took a moment to examine him, measuring the height with a few experimental thrusts between the dwarf's ass cheeks before nodding.

"Yes, this will do nicely."

"Heh...so you'll be...buggering me, then?"

"Have you ever tried it, slave?"

"No, but I've heard of the men in the barracks doing it."

"Heh, they would, they would. You'll like it, though. I know I will."

He stroked that rump a few times, feeling how soft it was in comparison to the dwarf's hands and the rest of his body. The cushioned dwarven throne had been good for something, at least; the muscles gave it hardness, but it was soft to stroke over. The lion would enjoy breaking this thing in.

Stepping closer, he pushed his cock down so that the head pointed right at the hole. It was hot, twitching almost against his shaft. Leor imagined that the dwarf had wanted this on some level or another; maybe not from him, but from someone.

Well, now he's going to get it.

He pushed forward slowly, taking his time to open up his new slave. Even with this devotion, he wanted someone to keep coming back, not someone that feared this. His cock was still slick enough with spit that it slipped past the outer rim without too much difficulty, and even as he popped in the untouched insides, all he got for his trouble with a soft grunt from his dwarf.

"Feel good?"

"Feels...full...good."

"Heh, it's got more to come."

He pulled his cock head back out, and popped it back in. He did it several times until he felt the rim loosen up a little more, and on the fourth push slid a few inches of the shaft proper inside. The dwarf grunted under him, but didn't push it out. If anything, he started pushing back, taking more of it inside of him.

"Mmm, are you being master's good little dwarf?"

"Yes, master...Please, take me...fill me up more."

"You asked for it."

But the lion was more than happy to give the dwarf his wish. He pushed forward again, sinking his cock in deep with a single thrust. Olof grunted and gasped under him, but now that he had permission, the king wasn't going to hold back.

In and out, in and out he went, his furry balls slapping against the dwarf's hairy sac. The pair of them grunted and groaned from their hard fuck, the dwarf's head laying against the table as the lion leaned over him, scratching at his legs with his claws. He panted, slamming in harder, faster, deeper.

"Oh, master. Yes, fuck your dwarf. Fuck your dwarf!"

He was more relieved than ever that he'd cleared the halls, because that was just what he was doing. The lion panted as his cock throbbed, delving deep into that dark hole. It was so tight around him, so eager, clenching and squeezing on his cock like there was no tomorrow. He panted as he bucked back and forth, in and out again and again, feeling it clench on him every time that he passed over the dwarf's sensitive spot.

The dwarf wasn't keeping still, either. He wriggled and he pushed, and he was making it more difficult for the lion to hold back. Olof's panting, his moans, were no less masculine than his grunts from before, and the thought of having dominated such a powerful dwarf, another king, left the lion with a substantial need of his own.

He bucked faster, feeling his balls rising up already. He wished he could have made his stretch on longer, but the need to fill his new slave, the need to mark him as a slave for the lion, was just too much.

To keep himself from roaring, he shoved his head down against the dwarf's neck, letting it get swallowed up in hair and flesh. His cock felt like it was being squeezed dry as the dwarf's ass clenched down on him one more time, pulling his cum out like someone was sucking his balls out through a straw. He panted, shivering, and nearly fell over at the feelings of being sucked so dry.

He pulled out slowly, feeling the strings of his seed squishing against his cock as the dwarf king trembled beneath him. When his cock slid out completely, he could see some of the white goo starting to slide back out of the king's hole. Leor chuckled, and cast his eyes around for something to plug it up.

The only thing he could find was an unlit candle, but it fit in the dwarf's ass without any real trouble. Olof gasped from it, but judging by the way it made the dwarf's cock stir again, it wasn't from pain.

Sitting down at the table - and not letting the dwarf king leave it - Leor stroked down his dwarf's back. The hairs all over his body were so thick that they were nearly fur, and he chuckled to himself.

"Are all of you so hairy everywhere?"

"Most of...most of us," Olof panted. "Keeps us warm deep in the mountain, and makes sure that we don't have so many problems with freezing."

"Good to know."

He stroked the dwarf for a few minutes as he thought about what they might do. The idea of having the king as a slave was a sexy one, but how was he supposed to move on from here? Carefully, for certain. If the rest of the dwarves found out about this...well, there would be war, and not one he could get out of.

Olof stirred, and the lion looked down.

"Hmm?"

"Master...I think we should do more."

"Like what?"

"I think I can help you take the strongholds...I think I can help you enslave the rest of the dwarves."

Leor blinked in shock, even as a smile started to draw across his face.

"Tell me more..."

The End