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~Fourteen Years Ago~

Once a quiet, peaceful forest, tranquil and majestic, was being littered with fire and death. The battle between the kingdom of Kevanim and the wild lands of Yorgan near their borders had finally boiled over from a few light skirmishes, to an all out war. The once tribal, primitive barbarian half breeds who inhabited the forest had organised under one banner, and launched an attack on the Capital City, it had failed, and their forces were being driven back into the forest. Not all was victory for Kevanim's army however, for once the battle reached the forest, the knights no longer had home advantage, and were being annihilated in various guerrilla ambushes. One such ambush was currently under way, a small group of knights, huddled together, blades drawn and shields up, as arrows flew through the air, and screams of tribal furs echoed through the canopy.

"Sergeant! We have not a chance, there are too many of them!" One of the soldiers, a bear, screamed out in fear, as he bashed his shield into an enemy jaguar, who charged him with a spear. "If you lay down your sword, you shall die by mine, HOLD!" The Sergeant screamed in reply, dropping his shield for a moment to swing his blade successfully into an attacking wolf, who fell with a firm thud. Between them, a golden retriever worked under extreme pressure to combine various herbs into a liquid solution, creating a potion for if they require, his tail firmly tucked between his legs. "Nearly done, sir, this will keep us strong if we should need." He whined, ignored by the battling duo.

Elykan, a pure blood wolf and Sergeant of the Kevanim Royal Guard, hardly cared for alchemy, or cowardice, he had not risen from a lowly peasant, to an enlisted soldier, to a sergeant, just to die in a battle against filthy mongrel tribes folk. "Drink it then, garner your strength, and raise a fucking blade!" Elykan barked at the dog, not noticing the arrow that had pierced the retriever's chest, as he lay dead. "I don't think he's gonna answer, Sergeant." The bear replied, Stepping back and taking a position of defense.

Their numbers weren't slowing, their tribal battle cries and face paint mixing with the swings of steel and blood staining the ground, it was down to Elykan and Bernard, a Sergeant and Soldier, alone against a seemingly unending assault. "DEUM TUUM FALSUM COPULARE!" Screamed out a tiger, charging them with an ax nearly larger than himself, his bulging muscles heaving it above his head and toward them in a throw, Elykan acted quickly, raising his shield, which shattered into splinters, knocking him backward onto Bernard, the pair of them falling to the ground.

The Tiger cackled, as he slowly approached the pair, drawing a rusted, ancient looking knife from a leather sheath, and twirling it in his large paw, his smile wide. "Filthy, fucking Mongrel...Do your worst." Elykan said, blood running down his cheek where splinters had entered, spitting some of it toward his attacker. The Tiger roared, and ran toward them, lifting the knife, as Elykan closed his eyes and prayed, the end, had arrived.

"Alik Vi...Mind your manners." Said a voice, with seemingly no speaker. As Elykan cringed, awaiting the deathly blow, he opened one eye as he felt himself still breathing. The Tiger had stopped in his tracks, his knife fell to the ground, as his once primal, angered growl had quite literally, turned to a purr, as he stood still. "What in the Lord's name?" Elykan said to himself, as he went to stand up, he had realized Bernard was completely unconscious, rendered that way due to the impact of the ax to shield. Getting to his feet, Elykan surveyed the area, other than him, and the suddenly motionless Tiger that had nearly killed him, the battlefield was still, corpses lay strewn of both his army and the tribes folk, fires still burned, but the fighting it seemed, had ended. From the corner of his eye, Elykan saw the cloaked figure moving closer to him, and readied his blade.

"That's not going to be necessary." The cloaked figure said, standing directly next to the Tiger, who immediately knelt in their presence, the purr increasing. "Enemy of the Crown, Identify yourself or be dispatched." Elykan said, his training and discipline unwavering. The Cloaked Figure just raised their hand and motioned to Elykan as they spoke. "Why not identify yourself, instead?" Elykan felt himself wanting to step forward and attack, his mind was furious, this was the enemy, his cleric was dead, his friend disabled, his body filled with Anger, as he gripped his sword tighter, and instead of lunging forward, he only found himself able to reply. "I am Elykan, Sergeant of the Royal Guard of Kevanim."

What was this, what hellish ploy had this cloaked one bestowed, how did they make him speak outside of his will. "Wonderful. Perhaps you will also tell me why you are burning my forest?" The Figure asked. Elykan growled, angered, and once again unable to move, answered. "Your people, they attacked my King, my City, they must PAY." "My people? Oh dear how false that statement is..." The Figure replied. Elykan stepped forward, gathering himself, as he lifted his blade, The figure motioned their hand again and firmly yelled "Drop it. Take a knee near Alik!" He felt nauseous, yet, calmer, as he complied, his bloodied sword falling to the dirt, as he took a knee, side by side with his attacker. "Now, rest...You need to restore that energy for the rest of our...conversation..." The Figure said, placing their hand on his head, before the world turned black and he found himself falling asleep, Elykan noticed the hand was soft, dark blue, and most surprising, female. As Elykan fell to the ground, the Figure looked on to the unconscious Bernard, and deceased Cleric, and motioned to Alik. "Return them to their gates. Do not be seen, I'll tend to him." She said, as she lifted her hands, and chanted an ancient tongue, Elykan's body floated in mid air, as she walked away, it trailed behind her.

Elykan woke with a start, his arms were bound behind his back, his armor removed, wearing nothing but his tunic and leather leggings, he growled immediately as he surveyed his surroundings. He was in a log hut, no windows, an old wooden door, a fire was on in a hearth, a loaf of sourdough baking inside of it, and sitting in a chair, across from the fires of the hearth, was a woman, hardly dressed, wearing only thin straps of fabric, and a cloak, which was down over her shoulders, her horned head and piercing red eyes giving Elykan an emotion he was not used to having...Fear.

"I'm glad you are awake, I hope you enjoy Sourdough." The woman said, glancing to the hearth, then back to him. "It disgusts me." Elykan answered honestly, never being a fan of the tart baked bread. "Is that so?" She said, reaching to her nearby plate, picking up a piece of bread, from a previously cooked loaf. "I believe you love it." Elykan watched as she walked so elegantly toward him, and placed the bread in front of his snout. It was the finest bread he had ever smelled, or tasted, as he took a ravenous bite and savored every crumb as he swallowed. "That's what I thought."

"What power is this...Why have you manipulated me so?" Elykan said, shocked at his devouring of a previously disgusting substance. The Woman returned to her seat and shrugged. "It's a gift, and a curse, I suppose you know that well, do you not Elykan?" As his own thoughts mellowed back into his mind, Elykan bared his teeth and sat forward. "I know nothing of your curse. Release me." The Woman sighed and smiled. "I could of killed you four times, or better yet, made you do it yourself, why not be thankful your heart beats, before taking such an aggressive posture?" She said, smiling in a soft, nearly aroused sense. "Very well...May I at least know your name?" Elykan asked The Woman smiled, lifting a leg, as she spoke, her sultry voice carrying a tone of pure indulgence, and calm. "My name is Marina, and you may know it indeed, now and forever."

Elykan found himself swallowing back saliva that gathered in his maw, why was he feeling sudden, and intense arousal? No matter, he stayed focused as much as his stubborn, battle hardened mind would allow. "Why am I here?" The Woman smiled and sighed. "Well, nobody else in the battle made it, and your pretty little armor shows me that you're one with authority, one that can, pull strings and end this dreadful distraction..." Marina said, her fingers trailing down her stomach. "Do you mind? The excitement of battle, always, mmhh, builds up inside of me..."

Elykan was disgusted, she was basically starting to masturbate, as he was being held captive, but he couldn't fight the urges filling his mind, as he simply grunted a "I do not mind." and looked away. Marina smiled as her fingers slipped to her completely exposed vaginal lips, her white fur and pink folds dampened as she did, purring out softly as her fingertips touched over her sensitive area. "Mmmh, I appreciate your cooperation, now, I assume you want to live, yes?" She asked, not of a place of dominance, but almost curious. "Obviously." Elykan answered honestly. "Three things will occur then, and you will be on your way." Marina said, lifting her hand.

Elykan's bonds fell to the floor, his hands were freed, as he stood up, nearly getting into an attacking position, as Marina's hand, not currently pleasuring herself, raised and pointed to him, he found himself becoming calmer, emptier, not in control. "First, you will tell whoever you need, to leave my forest, at least, this area and the areas surrounding." She said, pushing a finger deeply into her dripping slit, her long tail flicking toward Elykan, as he mindlessly agreed, his heart racing with priority, as he considered which General to report this retreat to. "Second, you will join my order, in title and in ability, my lust, my body, and my curse, shall become yours..." She said, increasing with intensity of which she buried her finger into herself. "And third...You will pleasure me...For I am bored of my own hand."

Elykan complied, nearly zombified as he dropped to his knees in front of Marina, his sheathed member twitching to life as he smiled. These actions were not his, but deep down, it had been quite a while since he had felt a woman's touch. He pushed himself forward, his muzzle pushing directly into the Sorceress' slit, as he began to deeply lick into it. Marina's aroused moans filled the little wooden hut, her body shivering as her long tail slid between Elykan's legs, wrapping around his waistband and pulling the leggings down, exposing his hardening shaft. "What a treat indeed." She cooed, her tail wrapping around the wolf's cock and stroking, as his tongue was burying deeper into her depths.

His mind, comfortably blank, filled with nothing but pleasure and lust as Elykan licked and suckled on the clit of his captor, who shivered and groaned in deep pleasured moans, he continued until the dripping of her delicious fluids and his saliva had sopped his chin fur, as he pulled back, needing no control or push to know what Marina was in want, no, need, of. "If this is what you truly desire, it's rude to deny a lady!" Elykan boldly announced, as he got to his feet, and guided the already leaking tip of his arousal to Marina's warm sex.

What boldness had washed over Elykan was new, as he pushed himself into her, he felt it growing, a cocky, powerful demeanor he was not used to, he was no stranger to bravery, or battle, but this was attitude, this was power, this was...reality. And he loved every moment, as his shaft buried inch by inch into the powerful, moaning, lustful sorceress beneath him, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips, as she pulled him closer, connecting their mouths in a lustful, passionate embrace, tongues clashing, as bodies clapped together. Normally, he would last longer, but weeks of war, years of no woman's touch, and the powerful magic Marina was emitting, caused the Wolf to pant, his cock throbbing with the telltale sign of incoming orgasm, as Marina broke their kiss and smiled. "Give it to me, give me your essence, dog!" She hissed in pleasure as she ordered. Elykan threw his head back, thrusting his hips firmly forward, breeding the sorceress deep, ropes of his potent wolf seed spurting into her womb, unbeknownst to Elykan, never making it there, being absorbed into a deep, dark well, which somehow brewed inside of Marina herself. "Mmmhh, very good!" She said, almost encouragingly, her own orgasm rocking through her body as she squirted more than Elykan had experienced over his legs and lower torso.

The pair stayed locked together for a while before Elykan pulled out, expecting to see his seed leak from the frisky sorceress' folds, he was surprised when he did not see any trace of either of their recent sex, as he tilted his head in confusion. "What...How...Wha?" Elykan looked down, even more confused, shocked, and scared, as he realized his leggings were on, his shaft tucked firmly inside. "Now...For the last part..." Marina said, smiling, as she motioned her hand upward, Elykan feeling a dreadful, ominous silence for a moment, before closing his eyes, against his will.

What was happening, one moment he was climaxing in orgasm, next, he was alone, in a dark, abyssal room, as he looked around he realized he was naked, entirely, and cold, so cold. "Desire flows through us all, gods or men." A deep voice boomed through the room, Elykan's head hurt in it's volume, as he fell to his knees. "AGGH, MARINA, BERNARD, ANYONE?!" He pleaded, to no avail. "It is all in your soul's ability to control that desire." The voice boomed again. "To rend them under your control, to possess their very blood." Elykan screamed in pain, his body felt cold, then hot, then cold, and repeated, as his hands filled with a fiery energy, he looked to the sky of the dark room, and screamed, fire emitting from his mouth as he did, his own breath a toxic, fiery plume. As the fire stopped, he fell to his back, the world going dark, as the voice called a final time. "Arise, the new, Blood-Render..."

~Fourteen Years Later~

"General Elykan, sire, I bring you the Crown's orders for the week." Bernard said, entering the quarters of an angered Elykan, a naked Rabbit girl gathering belongings as she ran shamefully out the door. "Very well, Bernard, drop them on my desk." Elykan said, buckling his pants and motioning toward the desk. "Another wench gone awry, Sire?" Bernard asked, as he placed a parchment on Elykan's ornate desk, smirking. His ability to control and hypnotize had been strong for over a decade, but never could he convince a female to stay, hypnosis only went so far. "Indeed, my loneliness shall be matched only by my sexual conquest." Elykan said, with a smirk, walking to the desk to read the parchment. "Well sire, perhaps you will consider the company of a man?" Bernard jokingly said, running his hand down Elykan's arm, who quickly slapped it off with a chuckle. "I'd not wish to steal your stable."

Reading over the Parchment, Elykan sighed, more busywork with little purpose.

SEIZE TAXES FROM ABERNATHY TEXTILES.

INVESTIGATE POSSIBLE REBELLION IN VILLAGE OF SUNRISE.

RETRIEVE JESTER OF NAME "SEBASTIAN" FROM RETIREMENT IN YONDERSHIRE FOR PRINCESS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.

PROVIDE SECURITY DURING PRINCESS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION.

THE CROWN HATH ORDERED OF THEE.

Sighing as he tied the parchment back to it's original position he looked to Bernard. "Would you mind assisting me with these absolutely crucial tasks?" The bear simply chuckled and nodded. "Sire, we have a bond beyond uniform, I'll gladly do all of them, as usual." Elykan shook his head. "No need, I'll retrieve the jester, I could use an adventure, and Yondershire is quite a drive." "I'm sure Gentry will enjoy the air as well, sire, I'll work on the other tasks, Taxes shan't pay themselves!" Bernard said, as he saluted his superior officer, and friend, and exited the office.

Elykan walked out shortly after, approaching his carriage, as his driver greeted him, the old fellow climbing up to the driver's seat, smiling at them. An armored guard clanked to the carriage, as Elykan sighed. "An escort, Seriously?" The Lion, Samuel, tucked his head into a helmet, as he climbed up into the carriage, handing Elykan a note from the King. "I've been asked by the Crown to come with, this Jester might put up a fight." He joked. Elykan was no stranger to this lion, and the Crown's growing suspicions, his controlling powers had benefited the crown, but they seemed to be tiring of his constant sexual proclivity and disregard for orders. Samuel was however a constant suck up to the Crown, and Elykan felt a growing suspicion, the lion was after his position as General.

"Fine, but, fucking silence yourself as we go." Elykan ordered, half joking, half serious, Samuel softly laughing under his helmet. "Fear not, General, I know when to kneel."

The ride to Yondershire was one of awkward silence, and tenseness that you could cut the air with, as the carriage finally arrived outside of a small chicken farm, and his target, an older fellow by the name of Sebastian approached the familiar carriage.

"Do my eyes deceive me...?" The older bloodhound asked, as Elykan leaned his head forward. "No, you are being summoned by the Crown of Kevanim. Prepare your belongings..." Elykan waited in the carriage as Sebastian was inside the hut, preparing no doubt, Samuel exited the carriage and stood guard at the door, as the hut's door opened and out walked Sebastian. Inpatient, Elykan sighed, and controlling, he spoke out of the carriage door. "Sebastian, we've not the time for mucking about." "He did before you rolled yourselves uninvited to my home." replied the voice of a female.

Elykan peered through the ajar door of the carriage, looking at the Folf who spoke so courageously toward him, and smiled to himself, as he adjusted his tunic, and exited the carriage to make his presence known to the Folf, and all of Yondershire.