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Author's Note: This little fantasy stirred in the back of my mind while I battled writer's block on my other projects. I decided it was the perfect debut story for me to publish on this account. It's short, simple, and hot – everything a quick fantasy should be, in my opinion.

Feel free to leave comments, critical or otherwise. Feedback is gold to my artist soul.

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Lucius stood in front of the kneeling fox. His broad shoulders and defined muscles rippled under his velvety black fur. He towered over his prisoner and looked down his long, dark muzzle at him. “Look me in the eye, traitor," he commanded of the smaller man.

Ryder looked up and locked eyes with Lucius. His heart pounded against his ribcage; he'd heard rumors of the powers hellhounds had, but surely they couldn't really use mind control on people, right? He held the hound's gaze, watching his dark green eyes intently. Ryder almost didn't notice when the irises began to swirl around, as if his eyes were completely fluid. Before he knew it, he was transfixed on the swirling eyes, lost in the viridian whirlpools.

“That's it," Lucius cooed, his voice gentle, deep, but firm. “It's easy to get lost in these eyes, isn't it, Ryder?" He paused and waited for his prisoner to acknowledge him.

Ryder could hear the words, but they sounded like they were traveling through water to get to him. When he heard the question, the fox nodded his head.

Lucius took a step forward and placed a large, furry paw under the fox's muzzle. “I'm going to need you to say 'yes, sir' or 'no, sir,'" he said. “So, is it easy to get lost in these eyes, Ryder?" he repeated.

Once again, the fox nodded. His bright blue eyes were glued to Lucius's green ones. “Yes, sir," he said in an absent, automatic voice.

The hellhound smiled. “Good boy, Ryder," he cooed. To his surprise, he heard a small noise of appreciation – almost like a playful growl – come from the fox on his knees before him. Lucius took a breath to remind himself of the purpose of this interrogation, then he turned back to the fox. “I'm going to ask you a few questions, Ryder, and I want you to answer honestly and without thinking. Can you do that for me?"

Ryder nodded, his eyes glazed over. “Yes, sir," he said in that same automatic voice.

Lucius concentrated on maintaining his connection to the fox. “You're a part of that rebel group, Shadowfront, aren't you?" he asked.

There was no hesitation from the fox. “Yes, sir," he said with a nod.

“Are you the leader of Shadowfront?" Lucius pressed.

Again, Ryder nodded. “Yes, sir," he said.

The hellhound looked down at his captive's face. His blue eyes focused on nothing as they stared straight ahead, and his mouth hung open slightly. Small rivulets of drool had begun to form at the corners of his mouth and drip onto the floor beneath his knees. “The leader of Shadowfront," he repeated in a calm, deep voice. “On his knees in front of me, ready to answer all of my questions. Isn't that right?"

The fox whimpered, a sound that caught Lucius off guard. Ryder frowned and didn't respond to the hellhound.

“You don't really want to fight me," Lucius replied, staring deeply into Ryder's eyes once more. He concentrated his energy on his gaze, and he watched in relief as the fox's bright blue eyes swirled into tight ribbons. “You want to make me happy, don't you, Ryder?" he asked in his calm, firm voice.

The fox nodded without hesitation. “Yes, sir," he murmured, barely able to even get the words out anymore. His posture relaxed and he sat back on his heels..

“That's a good boy," the hellhound cooed as he cupped the end of Ryder's rusty-colored muzzle. The fox let out another whimper, and Lucius noticed his growing excitement between his legs. Peeking out from his cream-colored sheath was a hefty pink cock. The hellhound smirked and returned his gaze to Ryder's face. “You enjoy making me happy. And you know what'll make me even happier? If you tell me what plans Shadowfront has to overthrow me. Can you do that, Ryder? Can you tell me about Shadowfront's plans?"

“You're supposed to capture me," he said without any hesitation this time. His voice was thick and his words slurred together, but Lucius could still understand them well enough. “Then, I'm supposed to make you think we're allies and get access to the castle so I can let in my soldiers and storm your fortress." The words tumbled out of the fox's drooling mouth with reckless abandon.

Lucius chuckled quietly to himself and gently scratched at the base of Ryder's ears. The prisoner responded by pressing his head into his captor's hand and emitting a noise similar to a purr. “What a good boy you are, Ryder," the hellhound said. “Good boys deserve to be rewarded, don't you think?" He started to scratch under the fox's muzzle, and the purring intensified. Feeling giddy and cunning for thwarting Shadowfront's plans, Lucius leaned over until his whiskers twitched against Ryder's ears. “What kind of reward does my good boy want today?"

Ryder whimpered and shifted uncomfortably. He looked up at Lucius, his bright blue eyes still swirling together, lost in his captor's mind control. Lucius took a moment to fully appreciate the sight before him: Ryder's lithe, languid body teased the contours of muscle just beneath his fur. His shoulders were narrow, his waist narrower – the perfect build for a stealthy mercenary leader. Lucius's eyes settled on the now-dripping cock proudly at attention between Ryder's legs.

Lucius felt his own need rapidly begin to make itself known. He stepped in front of the fox, lining his crotch up with his prisoner's muzzle. He unfastened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. Instinctively, Ryder pressed his face closer to the hellhound's now-exposed sheath and took a long, deep inhale.

“Does my good boy want to show me what a good ally he can be?" Lucius asked in a heady voice as he ran his paws through the fur on top of Ryder's head. He felt the fox nod as he huffed in another big whiff of Lucius's scent. “Go on, then, Ryder," the hellhound encouraged. “Show me how you plan on convincing me we're on the same side."

Ryder leaned forward and put a paw on either of the hellhound's strong thighs. Lucius's musky scent hung thickly in the air between them, and the fox drank it in, letting the scent guide his mouth to the soot-colored sheath in front of him. His tongue hungrily ran along the length of the sheath. He heard a growl of approval from somewhere in the distance, but the only thing he could focus on was tasting the source of the intoxicating scent all around him.

Lucius absentmindedly gripped the back of the fox's head in his paw as he raised his hips. He struggled to maintain focus on controlling Ryder's mind as his eyes rolled back. He groaned loudly as his bloodred cock pushed its way out of the sheath and right into the fox's waiting mouth. Lust slowly pushed all other thoughts from the hellhound's mind as the head of his cock pushed against the back of Ryder's throat.

As he greedily swallowed his captor's cock, Ryder became more and more aware of what was going on around him. The fog in his brain began to clear and he opened his eyes in shock and confusion to try and figure out what was going on. When he saw Lucius with his head thrown back and tasted the precum on his own tongue, Ryder quickly realized what had probably happened.

He wondered for a few seconds how much he had revealed to his enemy, then realized with a sinking dread that if he was in this position, he had probably revealed anything Lucius asked for. Ryder knew about the hellhound power to control minds before he took the mission, but he thought he'd done enough preparation with his own mentors to prevent total control.

Ryder's own lust pressed at the corners of his mind. Lucius gripped the back of his head tightly, his claws digging lightly into the smaller man's flesh beneath his sleek fur. He pumped himself in an out of Ryder's mouth while the fox lapped at his shaft with zero hesitation. Now was the time to strike.

Ryder pulled away from Lucius, just enough that his mouth was out of reach of the hellhound's throbbing cock. Lucius's dark green eyes flew open and met Ryder's bright blue ones. Ryder noticed his captor's eyes still swirled, but the swirling looked haphazard and not uniform anymore. “How badly do you want to cum?" the fox asked in a heady voice.

The hellhound whimpered and bucked his hips desperately at the fox. “Please," he said in a voice Ryder had never heard before. “Please, I can't think straight. I need to finish. Please, let me finish." The words tumbled out of his mouth, each sentence punctuated with another desperate thrust toward Ryder.

The fox smirked in disbelief at his luck. “The lust has consumed you, hmm?" he asked as he ran his tongue slowly over the dripping, exposed shaft in front of him. Lucius growled in response and tried to force his cock back into Ryder's mouth, but the fox held steady. “That's okay, Lucius," he cooed as he swirled his tongue over the tip of his captor's member. “Let yourself drown in the lust of it all right now. Just listen for my voice over the sounds of you getting lost in pleasure. Can you do that for me?"

When Ryder looked up at Lucius again, he saw the viridian eyes low, droopy, and swirling as he nodded his head. “That's my good pet," the fox purred. He swallowed the large cock in one deft motion, causing the hellhound to buck his hips and thrust at the back of his throat. Ryder gagged and pulled off the throbbing shaft, leaving behind a thick line of drool. He looked up into the desperate eyes of his captor. “This war has gone on far too long," he said as he wrapped his mouth around the head of Lucius's dick. The hellhound's chest rose and fell rapidly with shallow breaths as Ryder flicked his tongue over Lucius's flesh. “So many unnecessary deaths on both sides when we make such fantastic allies, wouldn't you agree?"

Lucius nodded and lifted his hips to try and push himself deeper into Ryder's mouth. The fox wrapped his paw around the shaft and began stroking slowly, deliberately, all while staring directly into his captor's eyes. “I thought so, too," he murmured as he planted several soft, shallow kisses along the length of Lucius's member. “If you want us to stay allies, we're going to have to find a way to end the war," he continued. Lucius nodded again, thrusting more forcefully in the direction of Ryder's mouth.

The fox smirked to himself. Using Lucius's own need against him was almost too easy, but lust clouded the edges of Ryder's own thoughts. He watched as precum dripped steadily from the head of the cock in front of him and he felt his mouth water. “My men will storm the castle," he continued, transfixed by the sight in front of him.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Hips thrusted toward the fox again. He parted his lips just enough to taste the salty sweet precum as the head of Lucius's cock bucked against his open mouth. Ryder took a deep breath as his own need started to completely blind him. “My men will storm the castle," he repeated. “And your men will defeat them. And there will be losses on both sides, but Shadowfront will accept the defeat."

The hellhound nodded along with everything the fox suggested, and Ryder briefly wondered how much of this conditioning would even stick once the arousal cleared. “Then, you and I put each other under every night we want to," he said, and he greedily swallowed the hellhound's cock again without waiting for a response.

Lucius growled loudly in appreciation, unable to think about anything other than the tightening building in the lowest pits of his abdomen. He gripped the back of Ryder's head tightly in his paws and thrust as deeply as the fox would allow him. The cloud of lust grew thicker as his orgasm grew closer, and he knew when he exploded, he needed it to be down the back of this fox's throat.

Ryder's eyes watered as he struggled to swallow the full girth of Lucius's cock over and over again. He allowed his tongue to dance along the bottom of his captor's shaft as the hellhound fucked his throat. One of Ryder's paws lightly cupped the full sack that dangled below Lucius's shaft while the other pumped his own dripping cock. He knew if he didn't finish before the hellhound, the taste of his cum would send him over the edge.

Lucius grunted and moaned as the lust grew stronger. He felt everything tighten in his groin where Ryder's deft paw worked his sack. With one final thrust, the hellhound buried his cock as deep into the fox's mouth as he could. He shot rope after rope of thick, hot cum down his prisoner's throat, feeling him greedily swallow every last drop.

Ryder lapped at his reward, continuing to work his cock with one paw. Lucius pulled his softening member from the fox's wanting mouth, then looked down at him with now-normal eyes. For a moment, Ryder's breath caught in his throat.

“What are you waiting for?" Lucius asked in a low, deep voice as he glanced down at Ryder's throbbing cock. He looked back to Ryder and locked eyes with his prisoner. “You said we needed to end the war so we could put each other under whenever we wanted." The hellhound watched as the fox moaned loudly and his hips bucked against his own hand.

Ryder watched as Lucius's viridian eyes began to swirl again. He quickly felt like he was underwater again, floating in an unseen current, unable to think about anything aside from the tugging at his cock.

Lucius kneeled down and leaned forward until his lips brushed against Ryder's large, sleek ears. “I want you to cum for me," he said. A shiver ran down the fox's spine and he felt a tightening deep in his abdomen. “I want you to show me how a good boy cums all over himself. Cum for me, Ryder."

The sensation ripped through the fox's body as his cock spasmed in his hand. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as he shot his entire load all over his stomach and chest. He slumped forward, resting his head against Lucius's side as he slowly began to catch his breath. As his head cleared of both lust and supernatural mind control, he felt a hand scratching at the base of his ears. Without thinking, Ryder nuzzled into the touch, letting out a low purr.

Lucius chuckled and adjusted his stance so he was seated more comfortably next to the fox. “I think it's time we called a ceasefire," he said as he looked down at Ryder. The fox looked up with hopeful eyes and nodded his head.

“Let's stay here a little while longer," the fox said with a yawn. “We can end the war in twenty minutes."

The hellhound found himself chuckling yet again, but he didn't make a move to get up. He felt like he should've been more angry about having his own power used against him, but if he had to be bested by anyone, at least Ryder was a formidable opponent. And besides, it was hard to hold a grudge when he looked so good staring up at him like that.