Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master

"Remind me again, Master Yazid," asked Amit, finally through with straightening his pack, "Why do we need to see Cyrus so bad?"

"In a few days, Cyrus is going to be the master of the entire Persian Empire. Our tribe owes nominal sovereignty to the Persians. If Cyrus is to be the new leader, then it is only appropriate that we bring gifts for his ascension to the throne." Yazid cast an eye back to his own pack, making sure it was still fastened in the spot he left it. He frequently double checked its place, for he knew the value contained within.

"It looks like those men might try to stop him," Amit pointed, using his fingers to indicate the second camp near Cyrus' own.

"It will do them no good. That is the camp of Artaxerxes II, Cyrus' brother, and the universally agreed weaker candidate for the throne. They may dispute his coming, but Artaxerxes is not strong enough to keep Cyrus from his prize."

Amit looked directly at Yazid, "And what if he does? What if Cyrus loses to his brother?"

Yazid shrugged, "Then he will not be much longer for this world."