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"Mighty One who knows all..." Conva recited, eyes on the flagstone floor, trembling. The Emperor wasn't looking at him. That wasn't reassuring; Conva had been entranced before, and, as terrifying as it was to go under and not know whether he'd ever come back, when he was under Ublaz' full control, he couldn't slip up and cause offence. Anything he said in trance was, at least, truly outside his control.

Ublaz sat on his cedarwood throne, flanked by Monitors, more relaxed than Conva had seen him before, not precisely lounging but not poised to pounce. When Conva dared a glance, he saw the marten was grooming his handpaws, filing his nails and dripping oil from a small jar to rub into his cuticles. He wasn't bored or ignoring the stoat, though; his ears were perked forward and his whiskers up. His eyes flicked up and he twitched a paw, encouraging Conva to keep talking.

Conva swallowed and dropped his gaze before he could be caught staring. It wasn't fair, it was so hard to stop. Even with those nightmarish eyes turned away, the emperor was captivating. Life at sea was rough and very little stayed soft or pretty for long; Conva thought of his own ripped and waterstained clothing, dented jewellery, salt-crusted fur and claws bitten to the quick in anxiety, and felt ashamed, unworthy to be seen by this vision before him. Claws clean and trimmed, whiskers curled, teeth polished like the pearls he coveted so. Not one hair lay out of place, even on the Emperor's great bushy tail, the envy of even some foxes Conva had known, and he couldn't push away the thought of what it would feel like to sink his paws into all that soft, shiny fur. Even if it cost him his head, he might die happy.

"I-I... We..." He was losing his train of thought. The room was too hot and cloying and the brazier smoke smelled too strong. Conva coughed and started again. "I have good news. We've traced the legends of the Tears of All Oceans, and they are true. Six pink pearls, the biggest and most perfect ever seen. They were last seen in the possession of otters on the far north shores."

Ublaz leaned forward, robe falling open at the neck, and finally deigned to speak. "And are they still there?"

"Er... yes, I presume so, Mightiness..." Great seasons, his throat was so dry. Not least because he had such a good view of the golden fur at the Emperor's own throat, and the shadowy spot where it trailed down below his neckline. Looking away from the Emperor's eyes only tempted him to look elsewhere.

"Then they are not here." Ublaz spoke again, coldly enough to freeze in the boiling-hot room. "Then how much use have you been?"

"Mightiness, please! I-I thought it would displease you if I was away too long. I've brought gold! I paid the tribute! I didn't want to leave you wondering where I was!"

"Is it enough gold to pay for wasting my time?"

Conva fell to his knees, shaking like a leaf. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please! I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything!"

Silence for a moment, then a soft huffing noise. It took Conva a moment to realise Ublaz was laughing softly. "Not a wise statement, captain," he said. "You know full well I could make you follow it up."

Conva started to cry. "Just d-don't kill me. Please..."

"Hm." Ublaz snapped his claws and the Monitors left. "You do have a point. You can't find my pearls if you're dead, can you?" He slunk from the throne and put a paw on Conva's arm, pulling him up and steering him back to the seat. "I can't get any tribute from a corpse. Oh, silly stoat. Don't cry. There are ways to pay right here..."

Ublaz took hold of Conva's jacket and yanked it backwards, not quite off, twisting the fabric and trapping his paws behind him. Before Conva could cry out, the marten clasped a paw around his snout and sat back down, dragging the stoat into his lap. His paw smelled like almond oil and the cedar of the throne, and pads and fur were both softer than any maiden's lips, but he gripped tightly enough to muffle Conva's frightened shout. His other paw started unfastening Conva's belt.

"Come on, captain. This can't be new to you."

Of course it wasn't - female corsairs were as numerous as male but very few would risk pregnancy at sea and most could back up their refusals well - but Conva was a captain; it was many seasons since he hadn't been the one in full control. Brief, rough fumblings in a hammock in the dark amongst friends were very different from this, at the focal point of a brightly lit room, fully visible to any stranger who might walk in. He squirmed and whined, and teared up again. Fates damn him, he was already erect.

Ublaz made short work of the corsair's pants, dumping the ragged cloth on the floor, and repositioned his paws, freeing Conva's mouth to work that paw between their bodies and open his own robes. Conva's struggling was having a useful effect - by the time Ublaz pushed down the waistband of his own loose silk pants, he was already almost completely hard, carelessly leaving a sticky stain which might have irreparably ruined the priceless fabric. He ignored it completely, relishing the brush of Conva's fur on his bare, sensitive tip. Conva's pelt was rough and grubby, completely unlike his own, and he smelled like the ocean. Strangely refreshing; nostalgic, even. A reminder of his own days out at sea. A reminder of how far he'd come, how much he'd gained since then.

"Now, I'm sure you're strong enough to take it..." he said softly, snout right up against Conva's neck. He paused and dipped his fingers in the jar of oil, smirked, and added, "But you'll thank me for smoothing the way. We're going to be here a while."

Conva broke down, shaking in fear again. "No! No, please, don't make me... don't hurt me! Don't use your magic eyes!"

Ublaz stopped for a moment, dead silent. "Conva."

Conva hadn't been completely certain Ublaz even remembered his name until that moment. He stopped too, confused.

"You're facing away from me."

"Uh..."

"As in, I'm not looking at your eyes." Ublaz clicked his tongue. "Now, we're both adult males here, I know you know as well as I do..." Conva gasped as the Emperor's fingertips slid up the underside of Conva's erection, collecting the beading fluid at the tip and rubbing it in, "... that cocks can lie, this doesn't mean you're happy. But I've seen how you look at me when you think you can get away with it, and I noticed you're not struggling very hard." He let go of the stoat, putting both paws on the arms of the throne. "You're not even really tied up, you could shake your paws free."

"I... Really?" Conva tugged at the jacket around his wrists. It untwisted fairly easily, and he blushed till his ears went scarlet. "Oh. So... so I could go?"

"Well, you could," Ublaz said, shrugging. "And I wouldn't stop you or harm you. I could just call somebeast else in here, I won't miss you if you leave. But you would still owe me more gold. And besides, I know you'd hate yourself if you missed your chance."

"Well, when you put it that way..." Conva muttered, annoyed and embarrassed but aware the Emperor was entirely right. Having no choice would have ruined it, but... He relaxed into the marten's arms and leaned back, baring his throat, keeping his eyes firmly shut just in case.

Ublaz nuzzled Conva's neck and pushed one neatly-blunted, oil-dripping claw into him. "Wise choice. This way we'll both win."

Conva shivered again, this time with excitement tinged with only a thrilling frisson of fear, as he was slowly worked open. Ublaz moved carefully, stretching him out a whisker's breadth at a time, pausing to add more oil. Conva wondered why, as he certainly could have handled it quicker, but it soon became apparent the Emperor intended to taunt him. Second claw in, then back to just one, over and over, just barely far in enough. Conva tried to push back and the claws hit something inside him which made him yelp, but Ublaz just pulled his paw away.

"What's the hurry? I thought you wanted to enjoy this, why are you so desperate for it to be over?"

"Nnn, not fair..." Conva struggled for words, head fuzzy. He could feel his pulse in his temples and in his cock - by now it was starting to ache, even hurt, demanding touch. At least Ublaz was getting some friction on his when Conva shifted in his lap. "Is this how you're punishing me?"

"Ha! It could be. I don't have anything else to do today." Ublaz added a third claw, pressed and twisted, then evidently decided he was done; he lifted Conva's hips up and pulled him back down, finally easing his cock inside. It was fairly average in size and he'd been stretched out well, but from Conva's perspective it felt huge, if only because he was so oversensitive and it was entering so slowly when he craved so much more. The Emperor continued speaking lowly in his ear, punctuating sentences with kisses to his jawline. "How would you like that? Stay right there all afternoon. No need to move on my account, I'm quite comfortable. Of course we'd doubtless get thirsty, it's hot in here and you're dripping so much. I'd have to call for my Monitors to bring us some water."

"Ahh, n-no, I... please... I can't..." Conva tried to push down faster, the Emperor's strong paws restraining him. "I can't wait! I need more! Please..."

"Mm, I'm not convinced you're worth the effort."

"Then... then let me do it... Let me do the work. I can make it good..." Conva shifted to straddle Ublaz' lap in the throne and pushed himself up the short distance the marten's grip allowed, then down, panting with exertion and heat. "Ohh, yes... yes! So good..."

"Who's good?"

"You, your Mightiness! No, better than good! You're... you're amazing, you're beautiful!" Conva gasped, letting words fall from his mouth, barely thinking about what he was saying and hoping it came out as something acceptable. "Nobeast could compare! I'm so grateful every time you even look my way! Such an honour! I'm sorry I objected, I'll stay here all day and all night if you give the word! I should beg to do your bidding! You can do whatever you wa-aant!"

The last word trailed off into a shriek as Ublaz shoved into him in earnest. Conva was pretty strong and not the lightest stoat, but Ublaz was bigger and stronger, even after having dropped some distance from the peak of his youth. He handled Conva like a doll, thrusting up to meet each downward pull, and knew from what Conva could only guess was long experience exactly where to aim inside him. Both of the marten's paws occupied gripping Conva's hips, his tail swished up to provide just the lightest teasing brush of fur; his own paws still trapped behind his back, Conva leaned forward and let his lips and nose brush the tip of that glorious bushy tail, inhaled the scent of marten musk and perfumed oils, and feared he might actually die of joy. Orgasm hit him with the force of a tidal wave, seed splashing onto the flagstones, and his shout must have been heard down at the harbour, but the Emperor didn't stop, driving into him even harder even as Conva gasped in hyper-sensitive near-pain.

"You're young, you're strong," Ublaz hissed, panting. "You can stand it a little longer."

He could. He would. He wanted to. For the Emperor.

Ublaz rutted him through another orgasm before sinking teeth into his scruff and slamming Conva's body down as hard as he could, warmth flooding into him. By this point, Conva was limp and dazed and barely even noticed when the Emperor unceremoniously dropped him face down on the floor. He landed on his knees and slumped, head down, tail up, whiskers trailing in his own come puddle. Ublaz stood up to admire the view.

"Good work, good work," he mused, tucking himself back into his pants. "Consider your debt cleared."

"Nnuh?"

Ublaz nudged Conva with a footpaw. "Are you still alive down there?"

"Mmf."

"Well, get up. You're not much use as a rug."

Conva clawed for his pants and wobbled his way upright, wiping saliva and semen from his chin. "Th-thank you, your Mightiness, I-"

Ublaz dismissed him with a wave. "A pleasant diversion. Now." Conva froze as their eyes met, the infamous mad eyes glimmering, holding him just at the brink of trance. "Find those pearls or I'll wear your bones in my crown instead." He looked away as quickly as he'd started, leaving Conva blinking and gaping.

"Y-yes, Mighty One."

Ublaz glanced back, out of the corner of his eye, and smiled just slightly. "Of course, if you do bring them..."

Conva's jaw flapped and his "Yes, Mighty One!" was much more enthusiastic this time. He stumbled out, belt still undone, fur askew, grinning like an idiot in exhaustion and relief.