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In a land lost to war and ravaged by the tug and pull of the pursuit of power, a castle stood at the edge of a forest seemingly untouched. There was some sort of aura surrounding the place that kept soldiers and other common people away from it. Along with that, anyone brazen enough to come near the castle had to contend with animals that oddly seemed to throw themselves at those who got too close to the gates. There was something strange about the castle but one had ever managed to enter or even manage to get close to the gates until a certain thief had set her eyes on it. She was quick as a whip and moved around trees and through brush as quietly as any other animal. There was a flash of steel as she drew a dagger expected to find herself being attacked by creatures in the dark but none of them had set their eyes on her since she came to the forest and the drawn weapon was soon put away at her belt. There were wolves running past her and boars that simply snorted in her direction before trundling by to do other things. It was oddly serene.

The trees were quietly rustling in a gentle breeze and the moonlight filtered through the canopy and the small thief that kept to the darkness slowly stepped out to take it all in. She was a short black-furred feline with four ears two pointed like horns. The thief wore a cloak that covered most of her body with a belt underneath that held various tools of the trade. Sharp pink eyes looked out toward the castle and it was at that point that she wondered if she should turn away. The animals weren't attacking and whatever oppressive aura the people complained about simply wasn't here. Then again, it could have been that the people were simply superstitious fools. Whatever! She didn't care whether or not the myths were true. Mizri only desired to know if the castle had the treasure that she desired and so the small thief trotted along with her tail flicking and eyes focused on the castle gates.

When she arrived, Mizri thought that her journey was about to end. The gates were shut and the moat surrounding the castled appeared to be too much for her to jump or even scale with a hook. She would need a ladder of some sort. It would have also needed to be a big ladder considering just how huge the castle was. How did no one know who owned this castle or where it even came from? Did it just appear overnight? Regardless, she was about to turn when she suddenly heard a voice in her mind.

A whisper came, "Poor thing, so hungry and starved for gold. Come in and entertain me and you'll have everything you could ever want."

The fur at the back of her neck stood up on end when she heard that voice and she turned her head every which way trying to figure out where it had come from. Her attention was caught back to the gate as it began to creak and groan until the wooden contraption touched the ground. She blinked and looked at it before seriously considering tucking her tail and running but there was something in her mind that acted first. Oh yes, Mizri was thinking about running. She could probably rob some random stranger and using that to buy a stiff drink and something that would keep her knocked out at night even if a storm were brewing but...Her legs were already moving toward the castle rather than away from it. Mizri was actually walking closer to her fear rather than away from it! She realized how odd this was but could not do anything to right the wrong of it as if she were being moved by puppet strings!

When she was finally in the castle courtyard, the gate rose shut behind her and a row of braziers before her suddenly flicked to life as if to welcome her deeper in. She was already in, already here so she might as well find herself something good to take and return here to ferret a way out. If she thought about it too much she might've gone mad.

Mizri ran down the row of braziers and headed through the first doors leading into the castle foyer. It was just as big inside as it had been outside. There were rugs running along the floor that were surprisingly well kept and candle holders along the side that appeared taller than her that flickered with amber flames on candles that appeared to have been freshly lit. She wasn't sure what to make of this place but the more she stepped inside the more she found herself feeling strange. A metal gate had been shut before her leading deeper into the castle and she wondered how she would get past such a thing. The mechanism was stuck behind it meaning there was no other way forward. As her eyes turned, she caught sight of a wooden door that almost called out for her to come toward it.

There wasn't any other choice, was there? Mizri stepped to the door and opened it before heading inside. Darkness awaited her and the way slammed shut just as she was gathering second thoughts. She lowered her shoulders and body just a bit and entered the darkness with careful steps frowning as she tried to feel for anything in the blackened abyss that might be able to lead her to another door or another place. Perhaps the door behind her was still open and had only shut due to a draft. Lights turned on above her sending the shadows flying just as she was about to turn. When she looked up, she saw that a chandelier had been lit. Blinking, she turned her gaze down and brought a paw to her dagger. Standing there was a smiling stranger wearing a tailcoat. He had vulpine facial features with feline paws held at the front and markings on his head like a fountain pen. His white fur shimmered in the light and his ink-stained paws appeared to drink the light itself in.

Slowly, he bowed his head and said, "Welcome to this fine castle, my dear thief. I am Wel, the caretaker of this place."

Mizri was on edge immediately. She kept her dagger clutched as the newcomer stepped out into the room. There were bookshelves lining the room with a table at the center. A mirror stood between two bookcases along with a painting above it. Atop the table sat a bottle that the castle attendant popped open and poured out into a glass that appeared just in time to catch the liquid. The glass then rose and fell in place toward the edge of the table facing her while Wel poured himself out another for his own corner of the table. The liquid was grape colored with a few hints of crimson that did not escape her sight. He drank with his eyes closed, not even watching her despite the fact that she had a dagger in paw ready to attack.

If he was that confident, he was either bluffing or hiding something dangerous. Her own instincts were crying out that something was wrong, the fur at the back of her neck refusing to go down even as she answered haughtily, "I'm not here for wine and conversation. I'm here to take what I want and be gone. If you have a problem with that then you are certainly free to try and stop me."

Mizri expected the first attack but...Nothing happened. He just kept on drinking from the glass until it was all gone and then set it down with a sigh that produced a cloud of steam that curled into the air before fading. Clearing his throat, he spoke again, "If you decide to take anything from the castle then that is on you. There are many treasures deep within and even in this room but for the most part, I do not need to worry about intruders. I am only a castellan of sorts, you see? Certainly, I govern over the defenses and whatnot of this castle and the region around it but the creatures within are more than enough to handle you. I only invited you here for entertainment." He then poured himself another glass while speaking, "Now, I could raise the gates in the hall and let you through. I could watch as you leave and get yourself mauled but I am not heartless. At the same time, I feel that you are truly in need and that the treasures within would serve you well. So, here is your easy path to success. Defeat me in earnest battle and you may pass. If you lose, I will have my fun."

She shuddered at his last words and narrowed her eyes, "What do you mean by fun?"

Wel chuckled, "Simple, your body will be mine to use. Another doll for the collection or perhaps another resident of this castle. Sound good?"

Mizri huffed, "As if I would let such a thing happen! And why would I accept your terms?"

The odd castellan held the glass up in paw and swirled the liquid, tilting his head as he watched the mix of grape and crimson, "Because, you desire wealth. You desire to find treasure and a way to keep yourself above the ravages of the land. Even if you did not, the mysteries of the castle and its true owner are more than enough to entice a mind like yours."

There was a pause in the air. Nothing he was saying was untrue. Even if it wasn't for the promise of treasure, Mizri would find herself enticed by the mystery of a place that had never been explored before. A fight was what he wanted? One in exchange for her body if she lost? Well, he never said when the battle would start, right? With a small smirk, the tiny feline brought her knife up and then tossed it directly at his chest. Without looking or moving an inch from where he stood, the castellan brought his glass up and the dagger struck the glass and shattered it sending liquid and crystalline shrapnel in the air. All of the detritus froze before fading away into nothingness the same way they had come into this world.

Wel sighed while looking at her with a big smile, "Does that mean you agree to my terms dear?"

Mizri blinked, wondering what type of battle she had gotten herself into before drawing another knife and hissing, "I guess it does! Not like you'll let me leave after that."

Laughter bubbled from the castellan as he tossed off the remains of the glass and the table along with it, the bottle fading away as well. The castellan stepped back into a swirl of inky black that caught her off guard and he faded from her sight. With wide eyes, she looked around until she saw a portal appear in the mirror in the same color. She readied herself for the castellan to emerge but yelped when a beast emerged with claws outstretched. Mizri recoiled from the creature's strike and watched as it bound from the floor to the wall and then back into the portal again to leave her alone. Magic! Magic and demons! She was going insane! There was no way that any of this was real but still her instincts screamed that she needed to defend herself.

Another creature burst from the mirror. It was a spikey ball with rounded eyes and those spikes shot out toward her forcing her to avoid them all until her back was against something but not the wall. When she turned her head, she saw that it was Wel himself with a big smile. She tried to jam her dagger back and into his chest before he raised a hand to grab her wrist without flinching, without ever showing any sign of fear or anything else except unwavering satisfaction as the tip of the dagger hovered just before the coats of his suit.

"My my, what a dangerous thing." Said Wel without a shred of discernable sarcasm.

Mizri tried to push her arm back to slam the knife into his body but his hand had a solid grip on her wrist. When she tried to elbow him, she realized too late that another grip laid at her free arm. With a huff, she answered, "You're the one who said you wanted to fight. Don't think I'm not gonna go for the kill just because you're cute."

"I'm cute?" Wel gasped, "My oh my, thank you so much for your compliments and I do hope you continue thinking of me as cute once I bring you down sweetie."

Both his touch at her wrist and arm disappeared along with his body leaving her with unchecked momentum sending the tip of her knife into the wall. She grumbled and growled, attempting to free her weapon before suddenly finding herself needing to duck. A beastly figure clad in ink howled as it crashed into the wall before sinking into it causing her eyes to grow wide as she saw pieces of the wall itself flake off from the impact as it disappeared. That would have killed her for sure!

When she got up, her heart was racing, her mind trying to catch up to the adrenaline being pumped into her to make some sort of sense of the situation. She needed to collect herself to correctly react to whatever was going to happen but his next assault could happen from anywhere. A spot of laughter began to echo in her mind and in the air itself causing her gaze to dart one way and then another. The source could not be found so she was stuck with the possibility of never knowing where he would come from and it was driving her mad. Instinct told her to back up, a foolish instinct that pushed her body to act on her most animal of urges. Slowly, she stepped back, keeping herself to a wall to try and figure out where he was coming from when suddenly, a blade appeared from the wall right next to her head.

Both eyes were wide as she turned to look at the dripping black thing. She stepped forward but stopped as the blade came to rest along her chest and body, shuddering as she heard the castellan step out of the wall behind her. One of his hands was at her chin to tip it up so that his face was in sight, his smiling bastard face. Both of her fists balled but eased when she felt the blade come up to her neck.

"Do you yield?" He asked very simply.

Mizri shut her eyes tight and gnashed her fangs together knowing that yielding would save her life, would keep her from being harmed by this demon or whatever he was, and yet, she also knew that she'd be giving herself up to this monster. Frustration upon frustration built and rose into her throat until it finally came out as a hissing answer, "Fine! Do what you want! I yield, just let me live."

Wel grinned, fangs flashing as the sword dropped from his hand and faded into the ground. Of course, the thief had to turn around and attempt something. Mizri moved to strike, fist flashing as fast as she could but he caught it and brought her closer, nose to nose. Her cheeks flushed with color beneath the fur while she squirmed and tried to break free from his hold but a sudden kiss stopped all of her motion. Eyes wide, she slowly sank to his touch while his lips melded and parted her own. Warmth coated her body, a strange miasma flowing through her mind to grip and hold while the last pieces of her resistance began to fade and dwindle like the ink sinking into the stone. When their lips parted, she felt that fog still holding firmly onto her mind making it difficult to think.

The castellan purred, "My sweet kitten, so easily subdued once the contract was sealed. Can you feel it? Can you feel the hex taking hold?"

Hex? Had he tricked her? No, he did say that he would have his fun and this was most likely part of his fun. Frustration came again and broke through whatever was slowing her body down to let her raise a paw and attempt to swat him. Wel caught her wrist again and kissed the palm of her paw, her body trembling while she felt warm pinpricks travel from her paw all the way up to her shoulder. She tried to pull away but then froze when she saw him leaning in for another kiss. Again their mouths met, again she felt the heat curling through her mind telling her to keep still and love every second of this kiss, and again, she melted to his touch.

The kisses came, peck after peck with the castellan removing his lips for just bare seconds before returning them to her own over and over again. It was a slow and loving process with his tongue occasionally flicking out against her lips. Mizri breathed out on occasion, her own mouth pushing to his while her tongue slid along his. There was something sweet about this kiss that preyed on hidden addictions. She could not believe that she was actually loving every second of this and tried to firmly remind her that his presence was corrupting her.

Down her body was pressed and suddenly, she realized they were in another room entirely. Mizri sat up slowly and saw that the hybrid who had been kissing her was gone from her touch. Digits came up to feel over her lips and she realized that she was sitting on a bed of sorts. Shuddering, she felt over her head as if she could remove his everlasting presence but only found herself looking up while she saw him standing there, fully nude with his cock already out of the sheath. It was at that point, that she looked down to see that her cloak and tools had been torn off, her body left nude in the cool air.

Somewhere, a candle cracked and flickered as the castellan moved onto the bed and slid over her so his mouth laid a trail of gentle love from her belly to chest. She trembled, one leg drawn in while the other spread slowly. The wings at her hips opened without question to let herself be exposed, the fog in her mind turning and turning. It kept feeling as if she should strike out, as if she should question what was happening, and yet, Mizri could not find the strength to do so. Even in her strongest moments of resistance, the kisses laid along her body and the touches at her thighs gave her a feeling too strong to ignore. All of this was magic! All of it was his corruptive influence forcing her into a specific mood! Of course, that wasn't all of it, was it?

Her body was reacting to this damnable situation and more than that, reacting to him. When she felt the tip of his cock against her flowering slit, she thought to react with a hiss something that denoted her anger and irritation but instead, she melted to a single kiss. His lips were locked against hers both of his hands holding on to her wrists to pin them to the bed while he slowly started to move his hips. Faster and faster his body moved until the tip threatening to enter pushed inside. It spread her pussy causing her to gasp to his mouth, trembling pleasure and pain flowing through her body as he eased himself deeper and deeper until he paused.

The pause was met with the separation of their lips causing her to whine aloud. Wel chuckled, his mouth held in a grin as he heard her whine but his mouth moved to her neck instead as he drove himself deep inside of her. A shuddering tickle touched wherever he kissed while the heat from her insides being spread wide open caused her to gasp and squirm as both mixed in terrible harmony. She whimpered and cried out to the air, her own pussy tightening as she felt something rising within her.

It started as a bubbling pressure in her gut and continued to hammer on her while she was trying her hardest to keep herself from feeling any of it. Her focus on not feeling anything had opened her mind entirely to the thing that she was forgetting. His presence took root in her mind causing her eyes to grow wide with blackened swirls kissing the ocean of rose quartz pink. Mizri could sense the spell taking her mind as he was taking her body and both of those things felt too wonderful to believe. It was as if her very spirit were being fucked alongside her body and more than that, it felt like her entire self was being made love to.

Faster and faster the castellan's hips dragged while his mouth laid pecks along her neck and shoulders. She cried out now, legs and arms wrapping around his body to clutch and hold wherever she could manage. Her own sounds were no longer held back by shame as the ink stains in her eyes began to grow and swirl like iridescent oil on water. There was something fantastic happening to her, something horrific that she wanted to happen and she cried out for more and more.

It was at this point, that she felt his knot start to slam against her cunt, pushing again and again until her insides spread for him. Her toes curled at this new invasion, her mouth coming up to bite on his shoulder while he breathed out against her ear. Deeper and deeper he went until the knot was firmly rooted. She could feel the twitching of his shaft inside of her, feel the heat growing and swelling as he prepared to paint her insides.

With a cry, Mizri called out to the room, "Yes!"

Hot cum poured out, rope after rope staining her deepest reaches. His seed painted her very being, marking her as his own and adding a subtle risk to it all as she knew that virile seed would take to her womb. His lips met hers again for a feverish kiss while her pussy continued to be drenched. More and more filled her until her gut felt like it was going to grow fat and pregnant already. When he was finally done, he did not pull away, did not pull out, only brought his mouth firmly against her own and kept it there for a good moment.

The fog rolled around her mind, curling around her vision until she started to close her eyes. When she opened them, Mizri was standing in the room. She blinked and looked from one way to another. One paw came down to her belly to feel and she shuddered as she noted the warmth tingling through her. The thief was fully clothed now and all of her tools were returned to her. Slowly, her eyes caught sight of a bottle of wine set on a table. A glass of flowing liquid grape and colored inky black stood there. Mizri had her freedom, could step away and leave this place for good but she might never feel his embrace again.

Slowly, she brought herself to the table and took the glass in paw. Her eyes were back to normal and her mind untainted, but her heart longed for that kiss again. With a shiver, she raised the glass to her lips and downed the wined tainted with his ink-stained ichor. Mizri fell, fell to temptation and fell to the castellan's touch and draw. Life in the castle could be so lonely when all the monsters were mostly beasts, however, with Mizri at his side, the castellan would certainly be lonely no longer.