I stepped into the satrap's palace of the city of Ari-La-Lasha and stretched my arms behind my back. The palace itself was one gigantic edifice of ludicrous imperial expense, and it actually made me feel just a little bit uncertain about how stupendously fancy the Starshrike was. But the Starshrike had been hand-crafted by the Third Unconquered, and not built on the back of the enslaved peoples of Ari-La-Lasha and the surrounding cities and towns in the Burning Sea. Right? I'd have to check to find out.
But even with that disquieting thought in the back of my head, it was hard to not feel just a wee bit smug, looking around myself at the palace. The white walls, all made of the solid bone of the deep desert worms, carved with bas relief images of the Regency and its splendor. There were glittering gemstones for the eyes of every single little legionarie and shin high Infused Knight that made up those huge panoramas, gleaming almost as brightly as the golden floors and the silver ceilings. Light was captured from the Sun overhead via massive magical mirrors that bent and scattered the light around the palace, filling it with a glowing splendor that managed to be bright and eye-catching without being eye-searing.
The throne the satrap had sat upon until quite recently was large and silken and carved into the shape of several snarling monsters - a griffon, a dragon, a sheep, and a snake - which served as the armrests and the backs of the throne.
I smiled as I walked towards the throne, Chirp and Xora walking up behind me to my left and right. But then a pair of darting shapes shot over my shoulders and I blinked as a brilliant flare of blue and orange-white light filled the air. When it faded, the two forms - a fox and a cat - had become the form of the Rose and Ceaith. The Rose was naked, his fox tail mashed up against Ceaith's side, while Ceaith tried to sprawl sideways in the throne. This had been the same goal that the Rose had had, so the two of them had their backs together, squirming and hissing at each other.
"My throne!" Ceaith growled.
"I'm the Princess," the Rose said, his voice haughty and arrogant.
"Bitch off you fuck!" Ceaith snapped, putting her hand up and mashing it against the Rose's face. "You can only grind against me in your girl form."
"Nahh!" the Rose spluttered.
Chirp glanced at me and smiled, their eyes sparkling. "I guess you can say that they're getting on like...cats and dogs!" They said, winking at me, then making a small finger-crossbow with their hand and firing it at me.
"Foxes aren't dogs, though," Xora said.
"Oh..." Chirp looked crestfallen.
"I mean, how do we even know what dogs are?" I asked, hurrying to cheer Chirp up. "Four legs, paws, sounds like a dog to me!"
"I am not a dog!" the Rose said, scoffing.
"The dickhead doth protest too much," Ceaith said, grinning wickedly. She planted her feet against the armrest, then pushed herself up, so that her back was pressed against the back of the Rose's neck. She arched her spine, so that she was almost folded in half, allowing herself to
almost
lock her eyes with the Rose's. Instead, she ended up looking right at the Rose's sleek, masculine chest. "Considering what you're willing to stick your-"
The Rose slid a single thumb along his side. The rose tattoo that was invisible in his male form glowed into existence, and with a shimmer of light the Rose of Versail was transformed into the equally beautiful Princess Jaquline. This meant that Ceaith's eyes were locked right onto the second largest tits in our little party - Jaquline was bested in the bustiness department by Xora, but only by a smidgen. This had the same effect on Ceaith's snark as running headlong into a warstrider did to a cavalry regiment.
"...your...boobs...are soft and...nice..." Ceaith trailed off, her eyes going unfocused.
"Ladies!" I said, mock severe, putting my hands on my hips. "Please! No fighting in the throne room!"
The two of my wives glared at me. I was saved from their verbal - and possibly physical - mauling by the doors to the throne room banging open. That sound brought in with it the nearly delirious sounds of the citizenry of Ari-La-Lasha celebrating the return of the Unconquered and the defeat of their Regency overlords. It was honestly slightly embarrassing how easily Ari-La-Lasha and the two other cities that had been guarded by the remains of the loyalist Legions had been taken. With their cavalry and their warstriders taken by the Piss Boot Legion in the Battle of Three Passes, the infantry and their remaining officers had sat down behind the walls, giving us free reign to take advantage of the cavalry and the well drilled, well trained infantry that Ejana had picked for this sortie.
I had let Ejana take the lead for the initial spree of sorties, where she had quickly snatched the desert towns and oases from the control of their local garrisons. There, Ceaith had whispered into my ear about what she remembered about the desert tribes and the villages, while Chirp had been bundled into the local costume for a sari and paraded around on a huge comfortable salon chair. Apparently, half the desert tribes saw a sari - especially a Lunar sari - to be good luck and sign of an effective ruler, and they had chafed under the gender restrictions that the city-folk had adopted so willingly. So Chirp, blushing furiously underneath their tall cylindrical hat and in their flowing, silken robes, had sat behind me as I had knelt before various old and tough looking desert folks.
In the end, getting them on my side had been embarrassingly easy.
"We shall not bow to you, Unconquered," the old, wizened man who served as the speaker for all the chiefs said. "For we only bow to the Sun himself. You may-"
"Oh, that's fine," I said.
The wizened old man had blinked. "And we shall no longer send our young women to be slaves in the city brothels."
"You were doing
what
?" I asked. "No! Of course not, you don't have to...why did..." I glanced at Ceaith, who had been eating an apple at the time.
"Huh? Oh, it was part of the surrender contracts," she said, licking her fingers clean of juice. Which was by far, the most common action I've ever seen Ceaith do. "After the Regency glassed them."
"No!" I looked at the chieftain. "No, the surrender contracts are null and void as of this instant. All you must do is pay a reasonable tax, uh, and not attack the cities, or their caravans."
The chieftain frowned. "Yes, Unconquered."
It was only three days later, after we had finished encircling the third city and locking down the last of the garitroops for a long siege, that I had been interrupted mid fucking Chirp. They had been on their back, their thighs wrapped around my back, my cock
deep
in their ass, when the tent flap had swept open and a young desert tribesman had bust into the room. "Holy Unconquered-" he had started, spluttering, then trailing off. I had glanced over my shoulder as Chirp tried to hide their face under a pillow while still subtly thrusting back against me.
"What?" I asked.
"I...m-my...grandfather..." The tribesman stammered. "H-He sent me to...to...apologize..."
I blinked, my hips still frozen mid thrust. "For what?" I asked, blinking, as a single bead of sweat dripped off my balls.
"F-For doubting you?" the tribesman blushed, his eyes trying to not look at where Chirp and I were joined.
"He doubted me?" I asked.
"Yes!" the tribesman exclaimed. "Our entire tribe was ready to fall upon your camp with our wyrmblades the instant you reneged on your promises. They were so extravagant! So...so..." He trailed off, blushing at my look of complete confusion.
"Why would I, like, go to all the trouble of bringing your, ah!" I shuddered as Chirp's hips bucked a bit against me. My head ducked forward and started to slowly thrust into Chirp again, my balls swaying and slapping against their back. Chirp bit down on the pillow. Hard. "Ah, of bringing you and your tribes, mm, to the negotiations and then just
lying
to you?"
The man had slowly dropped to his knees, his eyes shining. "You truly are the Unconquered."
"Uh, yeah?" I asked - still a bit confused. And distracted.
Thus, with the loyalty of the settlements surrounding the cities, the siege began. And it ended nearly a day later with the arrival of Ceaith and her sister, Thally, into the planning tent. Ejana had been laying out the basics of the siege: We had just
barely
enough troops to surround each city and, using my unconquered magics, we could defeat any sortie they sent out from their gates. But the cities each had skyships that they could use to bombard our camps and our fortifications. Fortunately, those skyships were each docked in their port, unwilling to go out in the face of the Piss Boot Legion's artillery.
"So," Ejana said, frowning as she pointed down at the map. "Each city has a year's worth of supply. That would be fine - if we had a year to waste. But the news will be getting back to Samsara before then. We'll be facing their reserves, and as many Infused Knights as he can pull from the other Legions and-"
"Sup bitches," Ceaith said, pushing her way into the command tent. Behind her, two guards were looking around in shock, as if they hadn't figured out where the voice had come from. They exclaimed, reached for their swords, and I held up my hand to forestall them.
"An interesting way to refer to the Unconquered's chosen warmaster and his sifu and your husband," Ejana said.
I realized, then, that Goat was lounging in the edge of the room, smoking on one of his pipes. He grinned at me. "I'm here once you're done. You think just being on a camping is an excuse to get away from my training, sunboy?"
"Yeah, as I said, bitches," Ceaith said, reaching back. She gently pushed the smaller, darker skinned, carbon copy of her - her sister, Thally. Thally looked as if this would be the very last place that she wanted to be in her life - but she squared her shoulders as Ceaith smiled at her. Thally's hand went to her throat, which I noticed had a jagged, pinkish scar from below her jaw to the other end of her jaw. She opened her mouth and a voice that wasn't a voice came from inside her. It was soundless, but words still came into my head.
I know a way into the capital. Into Ari-La-Lasha. There's an old aqueduct that I don't think the Satrap has filled in. I used to play in it, when I was young.
Ejana grinned. "An aqueduct you say?"
I grinned back. "...what's an aqueduct?" I whispered.
When Ari-La-Lasha had fallen to the squad of Infused Knights led by me and my Lunars - it had been almost bloodless, as the garrison troopers had simply seen our flaring anima and flung their weapons down in a terror - the two other cities had been bombarded. Not by vortex arrows or mana bombs. No. We captured their skyships and with the help of Chirp and Xora and Ceaith and Jaquline, I had scribbled out a plea to the citizens and the troops to lay down their weapons, to cast off the reign of the Regency, and to accept the rule of the Unconquered.
The skyships had soared over the two cities, dropping copied pamphlets down onto the heads of the citizens.
Ejana had told me that it wasn't going to work.
Well.
"But..." Ejana had looked up from surrender message and then over at the infantry that had marched from the eastern city to the gates of Ari-La-Lasha. "But...but...I have a low opinion of garisson troopers, but..." She looked at me.
I grinned at her. "Unconquered."
Ejana had the same expression she had had then on her face now as she walked towards me from the front doors of the Satrap's throne room. It was somewhere between irritation and mild awe and a slow, growing, glimmering hint of hope. Real hope. It was the same excitement that had burned through her eyes as she had exulted after the victory in Harpy Pass. She stepped up to me, shot an amused glance at the still deeply contested throne, then bowed low to me. "Unconquered," she said. "Our rosters are overflowing with volunteers. Every teenager and twentysomething in this city wants to sign up for your army and to march on Samsara. The cities are burning with excitement. With the supplies here and the support of the desert tribes, we could even support a recruitment of a new Legion."
I nodded. "Would the Legion be...uh..." I stepped backwards and sat myself down before the throne, not wanting to disturb my two Lunars. This ended up feeling a lot more natural for me: Half naked, an eastern peasant sitting on the steps leading to a throne. It was less surreal than actually sitting on a throne my own skinny self. "Chirp, what's the word for being as good as the others?"
Chirp sat down beside me, leaning up against my side. "On par?"
"That was it!" I said, nodding to Ejana.
She shook her head. "They'd be pure infantry - we don't have the raptors and the horses to mount them as cavalry. And that's including the fact that cavalry is...well, it requires training. They won't have magitech weapons unless you've unlocked the ability to shit those out at will." She snorted at my shrug. "But having a Legion strength of infantry, especially after they've been bloodied and trained isn't anything to sneeze about."
I frowned. "And what about our northern forces?"
Ejana shook her head. "The couriers are slower than your magical marches, Unconquered. There's no way for them to get here. But I trust the men and women I left up there. They've kept the Fae at bay."
I nodded, slowly. "All right. How long will it take to train them?"
