Later that night...

Cleaning the last of your seed from your cock, Khaliq comes up for a kiss. You'd fucked him once more, then lain back in bed as he'd put his mouth to work, pleasuring you with a talent that his inexperience belied.

He'd paused only to pour a little wine on your manhood, obscuring the taste of himself, then gone to work, diligently sucking your cock.

You kiss the sell-sword, pulling him close, breathing in the saffron of his perfume and enjoying the warmth of his body, the eager stiffness of his cock.

“You're... really something special, Khaliq.” you slur.

“Just think, we have the entire war to do this...” the mercenary prince remarks. It's obvious from his tone just how much he's anticipating further encounters. This, you think, is most beneficial for your purposes, and having another plaything to fuck was always an added bonus.

“Not necessarily.” you counter. “Isn't your mother grooming you to take your father's place? I hate to say it, but you may be too busy to play with me, once you're commanding the Golden Pride.”

“I'd find time.” the femboy tells you insistently. “Besides, there's little chance of that, I'm afraid... my mother doesn't respect me. She thinks I'm weak, unready, too submissive...”

Given how you'd just made him plead for your cock, you mused Seki may have had a point on that last one. Still...

“You need to show her she doesn't have the true measure of you.” you urge Khaliq. “Show her you're assertive, that you're your own man.”

“Any ideas how I'd do that?” Khaliq asks playfully, trailing a hand down your chest.

“There is something.” you start. “Remember that skull you took from the Deanian Jarl? She wants it back, and if she gets it, she's willing to co-operate with us, tell us everything she knows about her king. His every secret, every weakness.”

In truth, the support Hjordis has offered if her conditions were fulfilled was far less certain, far less extensive, but Khaliq doesn't need to know that.

“I don't know, Edward...”

“I asked your mother, but she turned me down. You could let my men into the Oro Elide's stores, let them take it.”

“And... how exactly would that benefit me?” Khaliq asks, not exactly following.

“Just think. An action you took without your mother's consent, under her nose, changes the very course of the war! When we fell Einar and win peace for Beatha, it would ultimately be thanks to the actions of one Khaliq of the Oro Elide. After that, few would doubt the son of Jabir was ready to assume his legacy.”

“But... I can't betray my mother like that... She would kill me...” he wavers.

“I'll protect you.” you say, kissing the younger man and giving him a wry smile. “Besides, I trust I don't need to tell you of the... immense gratitude you'd receive, with a king in your debt.”

That clinches it. You can tell before before he even opens his mouth.

“Very well.” Khaliq smiles. “Let's steal a skull!”