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with power.
    “No, Master,” the females responded, as if drugged on his taste, further solidifying Tarn’s suspicions of Pyrgo’s identity.
    “Come on, Beast.” Pyrgo donned a pair of loose fitting trousers and pulled them up over his semi-erect cock. He didn’t bother with a shirt and grabbed Tarn’s collar and loincloth off the table. They left the room and quickly walked down several corridors, ducking into an alcove where Tarn could shift back into a man’s form.
    As he dressed, Pyrgo muttered under his breath about bad timing and unnecessary interruptions.
    “Would you shut up?”Tarn snarled, struggling to put the loincloth on over his own arousal. Fuck if he couldn’t stop thinking about Zachem.
    “Like you couldn’t have waited until I came again. I hurt.” Pyrgo rubbed himself. “My Time is coming harder and harder lately.”
    Tarn eyed him with concern as he put his collar back on. “You shouldn’t be outside the palace. How many guards are with you here?”
    Pyrgo blinked. “What do you mean?”
    “Please. I served with your father years ago during the Dexi War. Emperor Nhajir’s a friend of mine.”
    “Damn.”
    “Your resemblance to him isn’t your only tell. You do a good job hiding it with Furon and the guards, but you’re a little too imperious when we’re together. And there’s no missing that drugging effect your cum had on your partners. Watch yourself, or you’ll end up getting some foreign slave pregnant. Not something you want to bring home to Nhajir, let alone your mother.”
    “Shit. I know, I know.”Pyrgo sighed then grabbed his arm when two guards and a gaggle of slaves passed. He mentally responded, “I’m actually here on a classified mission for our Intelligence Sector. The Dorvians must get back that crystal. In the hands of the wrong people, the crystal and its holder can cause massive damage.”  

    “Why didn’t Nhajir ask for my help?”
    “Because he likes you where you are, away from home and diplomatic issues, not causing trouble,” Pyrgo answered. “Besides, this is my job. I’m being primed to take over for my uncle in Intelligence. Now that Dervon has been chosen as my father’s successor, I can breathe easy. You wouldn’t believe how thrilling my work is. Did you know that because of some of the information we’ve gathered, we can now broker for better weapons with the Laar?”
    “You’re kidding.”
    “Times are changing,” Pyrgo sent. “It’s not all about conquering our neighbours anymore.
    We’re investing in our future by building up our defence, as well as our own star system. I mean, look at the Vrail. Technologically, they’re behind us. But socially and economically, they put us to shame.
    With you keeping a lid on our brethren and preventing more kidnappings, we might just be able to establish trade here.”
    “Hell.”
    “Yeah. This liaison stuff with other worlds in our own system opens up whole new possibilities.
    New battles, new conflicts.” Pyrgo paused .”Even a need for stealth and destroyers.”
    “At least all this peace crap is good for something.” They neared the cell. “I’ll still have a job.” Pyrgo nodded to the guards and pushed Tarn towards the door. “Destroyer, you’ll always have a job. I think my father’s scared of you.” Tarn coughed to hide a chuckle.
    “Look, keep winning your fights and stay out of Furon’s way. And see if you can keep the beast—Zachem,” he said before Tarn could correct him, “—under control. I saw a shift in his shei
    during one of his fights that concerned me. That shift looked very similar to the pulses of energy I saw briefly in the Dorvian crystal before it disappeared into the catacombs under The Pit. Zachem is connected to the crystal and important to our cause. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it.” So could Tarn.
    Pyrgo opened the door and shoved him inside. “Idiot,” he said scornfully before slamming the door and locking it.
    Tarn entered the