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It had been some time since Abasai had left the great Alabaster city in order to establish a penal colony in the old burial grounds nearby the Al-khemi family's territory. While he'd always been a hard-working and loyal public servant ever since his marriage to Eren, his sadistic nature and lack of compromise when it came to yielding on matters of political principle made him feel like an outlier among the Al-khemis, and perhaps rightfully so given that he never was related by blood. Still, he'd proven himself time and time again to be a good ruler, always willing to step in for Eren when things got tough - sometimes solving matters in ways Eren wouldn't approve of, but when it came to matters of economy, defense and discipline, he was always on top of things...usually on top of some helpless death row inmate who would disappear shortly afterwards, leaving a prison cell free for Eren's war captives, since the merciful Nomarch did loathe to resort to executing his foes.
Abasai's idea of mercy was rather different to the methods of his husband - and he certainly didn't seem to have much to spare for the men he currently had chained to the floor of his luxurious outdoor harem space, no matter how much they might beg for it. Areku had anticipated his father-in-law might have a fun reception for him now that the penal colony had been properly built up and populated, but this was thrillingly barbaric, and he couldn't help but feel that Abasai was trying to tempt him given that he was visiting alone without the company of his father.
"Please make yourself as comfortable as you wish, and do feel free to ask anything of my guards. I have them trained to attend my every desire, and the same privilege extends to you." Abasai's monstrous physique rippled and glistened obscenely under a sheen of sweat and mineral body oil, his near furless hide allowing Areku to follow the movement of every muscle group while his hips stayed in near constant motion. As always, Abasai gave off an aura of power and dignity, even as he slammed his uncomfortably large dick through the bowels of his gagging, wailing captives, his sheer length and girth causing their assholes to flatulate and gurgle constantly while he alternated his thrusts between them - each sloppy pullout causing his greased phallus to slap against his thighs and abs carelessly. He paused in his sodomy to lean over and kiss Areku's lips, letting his son-in-law feel the luxurious aphrodisiac-treated bees wax pluck against his tongue. "You've put on some muscle, haven't you? You're looking more like your father, as handsome as ever."
Areku laughed and allowed himself to relax some, reaching out to trail his fingertips across Abasai's mighty pectoral slabs, fingers ghosting near those gold-painted nipples. "Yes, Eren's been insisting I keep up with my combat training. It's part of the reason he was keen to have me visit you actually - He said you'd have some things to teach me as well." his attention briefly wavered, the pale-furred jackal turning his hips to line his own sizeable black member up with the gaping anus of the nearest prisoner, following Abasai's lead as he drove his weight forward to sink up to his hilt in the captive felon's bowels, causing the chained bovine prisoner to cry out a series of moans and expletives even before he began to move his hips. "But you said you wanted me to judge these criminals with you? I recognize this one from the gallows back home. If I remember correctly, he killed a guard." Areku licked over his fangs once, pulling out to his tip before slamming in hard with a purposeful thrust, making the groaning bull's anus quiver and flex around his shaft's root. He was beginning to settle in, feel the surge of adrenaline that followed the power trip, and Eren was nowhere in sight to scold or judge him for such an action...only Abasai, gazing over him with that fierce copper glare.
"These are all felons your father has already sentenced to death. Mostly murderers, Aapep-worshipping anarchists and so on. I want you to see how I deal with them, and also share your insights. Perhaps you'll see something I don't, so I'll leave their fate up to you. In the mean time...they are not worthy of pity or dignity, use them." the tone in Abasai's voice was cold yet seductive, his bassy, growling breaths picking up again as he flopped his sagging erection over the lower back of his next victim, the smaller goat between his thighs trembling with fear and pleading pathetically in anticipation of having to endure another round with that weapon-like member.
A sudden flurry of motion caught Areku's eye, the prince turning his head just in time to catch sight of a lean, wiry canine prisoner snatching a knife from the nearby cheese board and darting behind Abasai's back, desperation in the yellow-furred felon's eyes as he vaulted up onto the larger male's shoulders and swung down towards the sub-nomarch's heart with all his might. "Abasai! Behind Y-"
Abasai's hand seemed to move from the goat's hips to the would-be-assassin's wrist in the blink of an eye, not a single wasted motion from his steely frame as he caught the attacker's wrist, moving like a viper in spite of his bulk. The space was silent for a moment, save for the panting and groaning of the other prisoners, and the steady tinkling of Abasai's ornate coin-chain jewelery shifting around his straining bicep. He cast a withering glance over his shoulder at the now trapped convict, before offering Areku a slow nod of thanks for alerting him just in time.
"...And what will we do with this one then, my dear Areku? It looks like he has no intention of taking his punishment. Would you say he's the type to repent and reform?" Abasai shifted his shoulders to secure the prisoner with his other hand, taking a grip on the lean knifeman's right ankle to keep him suspended off the ground. The gold-furred canine was frozen in terror, eyes wide as sweat rolled down his narrow snout. He glanced over at Areku, lower lip quivering as his ears perked, perhaps hoping that the white-furred prince would see fit to have him spared.
Areku exhaled slowly, his heart pounding in his chest from the excitement of it all, but his look of concern soon melted away into a wry smirk, and without further ado, he simply nodded across to one of Abasai's honor guards, signaling with a swipe of his fingers beneath his jaw. "I think he made his decision. Let's have some fun with him first, then you can show me just how well you've trained your men."
The corner of Abasai's mouth turned up slightly, in a stoic yet still very readable smile, one of his burly hippo servants approaching ominously to disarm and restrain the panicking convict, with a knowing and somewhat eager look displayed on his handsomely brutish pachyderm mug. "I wasn't expecting you to make that call. Your father would have spared him. Again." With a slow roll of his shoulders, Abasai settled back to pour himself some water as his guards went to work on preparing for the smaller canine's immediate execution, reaching out to rest a hand on Areku's thigh. It seemed his husband's most accomplished son wasn't just a pretty face or a copy of his father's moral compass. Perhaps Areku and himself had more tastes in common he'd ever dared to imagine.