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Erick's Conquest

Chapter 2

Trace & Keith

Keith and Trace walked the market of the town. The blue haired human wore his usual black cloak pulled snugly about him, while the banished Basitin wore a blue tunic and a pair of plain grey trousers with a pair of Basitin boots that allowed only his toes to protrude. After all, he wouldn't want to go around naked.

Trace spoke as he walked along, looking for some kind of gift for Flora. "So Keith, your people developed shoes as a type of modesty?"

Keith looked at the human, "don't you humans wear clothes?"

Trace nodded. "Well...yes but that's to...um...cover our...er...privates?'

Keith smiled, "yeah, your feet right?"

Trace put his hand to his face. First he had started to become intimate with a tiger, now he was explaining about human customs and clothing. "Well...we don't have fur like you, so the clothing is more, utilitarian. We wear it for warmth and protection, we do not normally see our feet as an object of modesty. We reserve that for our, er, reproductive parts.

Keith blinked and got a look of confusion on his face, his pupils getting small and his large soft ear pinna drooping. "Why would THAT be so private, I mean it's already covered by a sheath and fur.

Trace blushed bright red. "I can't believe I am talking about this with you. Okay but you have to tell me about Basitin foot etiquette. Humans don't HAVE a sheath, and you know we don't have fur..."

Keith's ear pinna perked "You don't? Oh well now that you mention it, I have never seen a human without what you call clothing. Ok Basitin foot etiquette... well you see we have PADS on the bottoms, and well a lot of our scent glands are there. Warriors wear their toes out so the claws can be used. Upper class wear full toes, you know no toes showing. Merchant class has decorative toe caps, and prostitutes along with other low classes, wear open toes.' Keith's ears lowered in a Basitin equivalent of a blush "the feet are also dirty, we STEP on dirt, our scents accumulate there." He blushed more, "it is also a very sensitive, erogenous area for us.'

Trace listened "Really? It gets you aroused? Would bare feet would get someone arrested?"

Before Keith could answer, a rather exotic snow leopard, clad in a dark dress slit open to her upper thigh stepped out. "Are you Keith and Trace?"

"You know us?" The human responded

"My name is Adira, I own a tavern. There is a dog and a fox looking for you. They said their names are Mike and Evals, as well as something about a Tiger needing to get out of town before the Templars arrive.

"Templars!?" Trace said his heart racing, "come on Keith let's go!"

They met Mike and Evals outside Adira's tavern. Mike looked at them "We smuggled Flora out of town on Eric's ship. Once we take care of you two we will go get Natani. Don't worry Evals and I have taken care of everything.

The dog and fox led them into Adira's tavern where young snow leopard brought them each a cup of wine. Then she returned to hiding behind Adira's long tail. Keith knelt down, "my, my...well who are you?"

Maeve smiled and hid a bit more. "This is my daughter, Maeve" Adira replied "She helps me in the tavern, and as you can see, she's a bit shy. Drink your wine, it may be all you get for a while, then I have an escape path in my wine cellar."

Keith and Trace downed the wine; it was obviously, the best in the house. Keith took two silver coins from his money pouch. Adira smiled gratefully accepting. Mike and Evals accepted a Lantern and led the way down the narrow dark cellar with Adira behind them. In the cellar it smelled like fresh earth and wooden tuns of wine stood on their sides in the cool ground to preserve the wine. Hooks of smoked meats hung in their smoking bags, and the dirt floor was soft under foot. The cellar was cool but well ventilated; the lighting was poor with only the lanterns to guide the way. Adira went to a very old looking tun, with XXX on the front. Touching one of the studs on the metal ring, there was a click and the front of the huge barrel like container popped and swung partially open. Mike gave Trace the lantern.

Trace shook "hands" with Mike and Evals. He marveled at the feel of the soft fur and the sharp claw like nails, not to mention the leathery pad on the palms, which were soft as well-oiled leather. "Thank you Mike, Evals. I won't forget this...."

Trace led the way with Keith behind as the barrel led slightly down into the ground. The other end of the short tube opened up almost immediately into a chamber, and as Trace stepped thru, out of the dark something moved. Then they heard the door close and lock behind them.

"Trace...Shine the light over here." In the darkness, stood what appeared to be, suits of armor in front of 2 wooden doors. "Trace, what is this?" Keith asked.

A light shone from above as a wooden door was opened, and they could see the bottoms of the feet of Mike, Evals, and Adira as they looked down "I'm Sorry, Mike and Evals set this up yesterday and the Templars agreed to leave if we handed the two of you over to them. However, you still have a chance. Those are golems, it's a magical riddle, one always tells the truth, and the other will always deceive."

Trace rolled his eyes, "and we get to ask one question. But why...Why turn us in?"

Adira nodded shifting her weight causing the claws on her toes to extend slightly and Mike smiled down "Because our master, Eric, told us to. He wants that little Tiger of yours."

Trace snarled "You leave Flora alone! The dark "taint" within him urged him "Don't wait...use me, use the magic" it said malevolently.

The three looked down at him watching his choice. Trace did his best to ignore the silent voice in his head. "I know this one; you simply ask one guard what the OTHER would say if I ask it which door leads to freedom. If you asked the truth-guard, the truth-guard would tell you that the liar-guard would point to the door that leads to death. If you asked the liar-guard, the liar-guard would tell you that the truth-guard would point to the door that leads to death."

Trace walked up to the first suit of armor and boldly asked, "What would your companion say would say if I ask it which door leads to freedom?" Keith was pondering this as the Gollum lifted its metal hand and pointed to the opposite door. "There" Trace smiled "See, not so hard." He reached for the door operating the latch and pulling it open.

"Trace WAIT" Keith lunged but too late... Before he could move, Trace felt something Knock him back and several "things" walked over the top of him, heading toward Keith. Keith was drawing his sword, as eight red eyes glared at him. He managed to get his sword out and hacked down on a black hairy leg, severing it causing a high-pitched squeal that made him wince, and spraying green ichor. "Trace, She didn't say they would always LIE, she said...it would always DECIEVE."

Trace knew they were in trouble and was about to use his magic when one of the large black spiders landed atop him and he felt something sharp pierce his neck. He was not sure if it was aloud or in his mind as he heard a shadowy voice softly says "Shhhhhhh...do not sssstruggle....ohhhh your tasty..... "

As Trace began to feel it harder and harder to move, to think, he glanced at Keith. "These spiders are magical..." he felt the webbing as it began to wrap around his blackened hand "The webbing, it's preventing me from using my magic."

The high-pitched squeal on the sensitive Basitin ears had caused him to grab his head and soft ears and stumble back. Already the spiders were on him, using their webs to capture his arms and legs. Trace began to relax, as the delighted voice said "that's it.....sssso much better." He felt himself lifted by black claws to watch as the struggling Basitin was hoisted, turned sideways and then rotated as the sticky wet strands of silk began to cocoon him. It was only a moment before Keith was simply a glistening white worm that struggled gently. Trace saw the world begin to rotate, seeing first Adira and the others standing on the grate looking down, then Keith slung under a large spider's abdomen, then the ground then a layer of white. He felt himself turned and turned as the silk dried it gently constricted. Then all was quiet.

When Trace awoke, he felt something cool around his neck. Sitting up he noticed he was naked; the silk was gone and around his neck was an iron slave collar. As he got his bearings, he could see he was in a cage. Beyond the bars was Keith. The Basitin was still clothed, but he stood, bound by spider silk standing with his arms out to either side, the soft white silk binding him to a frame, and Adira was regarding him.

"Awake are we, GRAND Templar?'

"Come" the other voice said smugly "Let us join the others" At a gesture the cell door swung open and Trace felt himself compelled to stand and walk. When he tried to resist an intense wave of nausea and pain struck him driving him to his knees.

The Grand Templar smirked "that will teach you to disobey Trace." And he reached over to cup the young blue haired boy's chin "Very shortly you are going to be my bitch...if I want a blow job you will give it if I want to fuck you then you will bend over, just like your little tiger...now come"

Trace glared but staggered to his feet and the pain and nausea passed.

Adira was there, arms cross across her bosom, her tail flicking agitated, she didn't like this but it beat the alternative, and the deal did have a certain, appeal.

Trace moved to stand before Keith who glared at them "You won't get away with this, I am a Basitin general. When my King finds out...."

The Master Templar smirked as Adira moved to make way for the two humans "You, my dear Basitin friend, will be the next king"

Keith snorted "You clearly are not as educated as you THINK you are...I can't be King I am NOT a female and I am not your friend."

The Templar chuckled as he made the naked Trace kneel before Keith "Oh I think you are, and look, your first subject. Trace KNEEL before your friend"

Trace again tried to resist and felt the searing nausea pain again within him. Slowly he knelt in the soft earth before his friend, head down looking at the Basitin's feet. The soft black leather, allowed his soft furred grey toes to protrude, between the golden gilding around each toe where the leather opened. The toes themselves were moist on top from walking thru the dew and had a single black, blunt claw on each tip, while the foot carried the grit and grime of the dirt Keith had trod upon. "Why are you doing this?"

Keith watched, an arousal stirring within him as he watched the human kneel in front of him "To answer both your question" the handsome young Templar smirked "You, Trace Legacy, are going to be my personal slave and pet. You love these animals so much that you would try to breed one as an equal. Well you shall get your wish....as I drain your magic into myself and become the NEW Grand Templar."

Keith pulled at the thick white silk binding his grey furred wrists "The Basitin will never allow it, even if you succeed, we will stop you!" Trace could only see Keith's feet shifting weight and pressing down as Keith struggled in his bondage.

The master Templar nodded "that is true...that's why YOU, my dear friend, will go back, remove your present King, and start a NEW Basitin tradition, by taking her place."

"And why would I do THAT?" Keith leaned forward snarling.

The Templar looked quite unimpressed "Because, Keith...may I call you Keith?" He went on without waiting for a response "Do you see the black on Trace's hand? That is taint....I have no desire to absorb that and become slave to my passions as it is trying to do to Trace. No...you see you HAVE no magic. I have seen your desire for dominance Keith and your lust, all animals have it. The taint needs that, but with no magic, we will be more...equals with a common goal.

Trace spoke from where he knelt beside the other human ". How are you going to do that? To do that, you need the magic of passion and Keith's cooperation."

The Templar chuckled "Oh, Trace, I had almost forgotten about you. You see, you're going to help me."

"I, and going to help YOU?" Trace laughed.

"Oh yes" The Templar gloated "and as you do, when your powers weaken, I will cast an enslavement spell on you. Even my magic could not break either of you, but as you give in to your lusts...your concentration will weaken. When that happens I will begin rewriting your memories, you see personality COMES from your upbringing." He smiles and clapped a hand on Keith's shoulder "You will be my close friend and agent...while Trace here, will be our mutual bitch, and will be obedient, compliant, and grateful."

Keith looked at Adira "how could you do this? What are they paying you?"

"A 100% effective contraceptive for Maves and me." Adira replied ", and an assurance our tavern will be left alone."

Trace glanced over at the svelte snow leopard "Contraceptive? She's just a CUB?"

Adira looked over "With the rise of the humans, and me running a tavern, it won't matter. Plus with the extra income we can get by offering our services to EITHER Human OR Keidran, with no fear of having more cubs Maeves and I can live like queens."

Keith chimed in as Trace saw his left paw pivot in the dirt "Don't worry Trace, Natani..."

"Is already laying in Mike and Eval's boat, unconscious" The Templar finished for her "and Keith, I really do wish you as an ally. I looked into your mind as well..." The Templar walked up to Keith's ear and softly whispered. "When I am done, I will give her to you as a slave, to do with as you like.

Keith's eyes widened. Despite his revulsion of the idea but he had seen Natani naked and his lust rose...he could almost feel the taint pulling for him. "You...can't do this"

The Templar smiled and nudged Trace with a toe "You Basitin take a lot of stock in your footwear don't you? Trace we can't have you be the only one naked here. Removed the Basitin's footings will you?"

Afraid of the intense pain of the Master Templar's spell, Trace crawled forward until he was next to Keith's feet. Trace blushed and looked up "Keith...I...I'm sorry"

Keith struggled and stared down at the blue hair on the top of his friend's head but the thick spider silk held him fast as he felt the gentle warmpth of Trace's hand on his hock as Trace lifted lift his right foot. The human's hand was so smooth, soft, and warm. Normally touching his feet was something reserved only for his mate. Keith tried to lunge at the Templar snarling "You sick, pervert" as his ears dropped in embarrassment, trying to will his length to remain in its sheath"

As Trace knelt, his hands slipped up Keith's furred leg, and he gently unbuttoned the soft leather. The Basitin's scent was musky, but not unpleasant though Trace's hands had smears of dirt from the bottom of the Basitin's foot. The Master Templar moved behind the bound Basitin and clapped him gently on the shoulder encouraging Keith as if he were a friend in some brothel. "Don't you want to place your foot on him? You did say that the foot is where you step on dirt didn't you?"

Keith trembled, feeling the cool forest air as Trace gently slid the soft leather off his foot and discarded the footwear carelessly beside the Basitin. "Trace, is my friend...he is NOT dirt. I will not put him under my foot."

The Templar smiled enjoying himself, "oh you will Keith. I promise you that you will, and you will enjoy it. You're already enjoying it, I can see your arousal.

Below Keith, Trace could only listen as he watched his hand gently caress Keith's paw, sliding up and down the soft fur, made moist by confinement in the warm leather. Trace felt himself compelled to live up to his name as his fingers traced up along Keith's foot along the claws and between the toes.

Above him, Keith's eyes were slowly crossing, and the Basitin was almost doing a dance as he watched his friend forced to stimulate him. Circling the two, The Master Templar began his spell weave. "Don't be worried Keith," he said, his young voice honeyed. "The taint will not control you, for you have no magic. It will be a companion, to help guide you to power...and to pleasure. '

Keith leaned his weight against the soft white mystic spider silk that held his writs captive. "I don't WANT a companion, stop forcing Trace to do this and I will do whatever you want."

"Of course you want this Keith," he said. Ignoring Trace, continuing his discussion as if Trace were not even there "Your tenting your breeches so hard you MIGHT poke thru. Think of Natani, she could be kneeling beside Trace serving your other foot. " He leaned close and whispered "your every whim..."

Keith clenched his eyes shut trying to abolish the image as he felt Trace finish removing his other greaves, he was now "foot naked" Keith opened his eyes to glare at the young human "If you don't make him stop, I swear one way or another I will find a way to make sure you never get what you want."

The Templar chuckled "You and I will be BEST friends Keith; I promise you, before long you will put Trace under your foot where he belongs and stand beside me, besides is that any way to talk to a friend? Trace why don't you show your devotion to your friend?"

Trace felt himself compelled to learn forward face first and press his lips to the top of Keith's paw, placing a gentle kiss on the soft moist grey fur. Keith's eyes went wide and he had to stay stock still lest he claw his friends face. The electric feeling of the soft human lips on his sensitive paw, nearly caused him an embarrassing climax right there.

Placing his hands on the white webbing, the Templar allowed his spell to flow into the Basitin. All he would need is to have physical contact between Trace and Keith at the time of Keith's climax and the taint would transfer, then he could begin draining Trace of his magic.

Trace could not help his own erection. He knew this was taboo, but what bothered him more was that he could not tell if this was induced by the Master Templar, by the taint, or if he just wanted this. His friend had a salty musky taste to it as he leaned in and licked the top of the paw from clawed toe to hock with the flat of his tongue, curling it around the foot as his lips moved to gently nuzzle the fur.

The Templar laughed as the Basitin had to remain stock still. Using two finger's on Keith's muzzle, he directed Keith's eyes down. "Look at him Keith, lapping at your toes , face first like a dog, you can relate to that, and he's hard as a rock as well. Now Keith, I think your bitch wants to try your paw pads. Lift your foot."

Keith's mind was fogging. He shook his head no but whimpered a bit at the way his full erection strained within his breeches. He listened to the Templar, as the blue magic began to spread within him, feeling his journey with Trace change. He seemed to remember, infiltrating the group for the Templar....no...no that was not true it was his magic...but it seemed reasonable.

From below Trace glanced up, the arousal was evident as was Keith's concentration. "I..I'm sorry Keith, I can't stop," he muttered before returning to his devotions.

The Templar smiled "Lift that foot Keith, or I will make you prance all over that pretty face of his..."

Keith looked at the serious face of the young Templar, then back down at Trace's head bobbing as his tongue slide over the tops of his feet "I...can't help it either Trace"

Slowly Trace saw Keith's paw rise, and immediately he was overcome with the urge to lean in. The underside had a light coating of mud from where Keith had stood, and Trace's tongue slid right over the earthy area. His breath warm and moist as the tongue forced its way between the crook of Keith's toes and between them.

The Templar smiled. "See how I control him, force him to nuzzle at you like a starving man at a feast" He leaned in and whispered, "that can be Natani, Keith, or anyone you choose.

Within Trace, the taint cried out feeling the raw animal lust...Trace took his time, his tongue working over both of Keith's paws to clean them. His saliva wetting down and grooming the soft fur. Many times Trace had considered doing this for Flora. After all, cats loved to groom. Now he was working with all his heat at Keith's paws.

Keith was panting, nearly squirming with need. The Templar smiled "Keith, I can't bear to see my friend this way...Trace, stop teasing." The Templar made a gesture and Trace suddenly sat upright...his nose smeared with a bit of mud. "Trace, relieve Keith's...anxiety?"

Trace blushed heavily...but now the blue had begun to encompass him as well. Trembling he reached out and began to unlace Keith's breeches Keith looked up widely as he felt Trace reach inside and gently begin to pull out the Basitin's erection "No...Don't! Stop!" he sputtered.

The Templar waved it off "Oh Keith, no need to thank me, I'm next." Truthfully, he was nowhere near as confident as he sounded. He needed the two to climax together for the spell to work.

Trace blushed heavily as he reached in and felt the warm fur of Keith's sheath together with the slippery stiff flesh that protruded. Keith was being forced, same as he was but Trace did not want to hurt his friend, so he gently cradled out the two soft furry orbs under Keith's erection, and then the erection itself. Trace's eyes widened. Keith's spike was a deep ruby red, and was smooth and tapered to a point. At its base was a swelling knot of flesh, designed to lock him to his chosen bitch's anatomy. The organ was not dry, but rather lightly slickened and he felt himself bending at the waist to run his tongue over the soft furry sac. What amazed Trace the most was, for his size, the Bastion was DEFINITELY 'well hung.' He was at least twice the size of Trace and the Basitin was not yet FULLY erect.

Keith was a virgin, he had never felt a Basitin tongue down there, let alone a human's, and the feeling was intensely erotic. His struggles were getting weaker. "S...stop...stop forcing him...Trace...please stop...Ohhhhh"

The Templar moved in as if moving in for the "kill." "Give it up Keith." He said as he magically directed the helpless Trace toward the male erection. "No one is coming to the rescue...You're going to stand here and climax in your friends mouth, and he is going to swallow it down...We can do this the EASY way or the HARD way."

Trace leaned up on his knees, his own erection now evident. Opening his mouth, he took the slippery organ to its base, the tip poking the back of his throat while his lips slid over Keith's swelling knot. Trace began a gentle but firm suckle. The taste was salty, and somewhat, tinny. Trace felt himself reach around Keith's hips to grasp his firm ass and pulled his face into Keith's groin. His lips pressing against the top of Keith's sheath as Trace began to swallow the firm shaft, his throat muscles gently sliding against the length of the erection as his tongue teased around and slid inside the Basitin sheath.

The Templar grinned seeing the desperate look on Keith's muzzle "use your foot to pleasure your partner Keith. You did not strike me as the kind of friend who would let your partner down...," he mocked

With great willpower, Keith looked down his front. All he could see of Trace is the top of his head as it bobbed, the humans nose disappearing into his breeches. "Trace...." He called out "Trace...LOOK at me" Trace was able to pull back somewhat, out of the soft musky furry pocket he had buried his face in, but continued to suckle the dark red erection in his mouth. He could see Keith's desperation. "Trace...you have GOT to stop....Flora needs you, if you don't stop...you're going to start something you CAN'T stop...Fight him!"

Trace's eyes held an expression of regret but with the Templar's magical urging plunged back down, suckling firmly on the Basitin. His tongue began slide around the erection, feeling the solid knot swelling behind his teeth large enough Trace would be unable to remove his mouth, the knot filling him and causing him to tug at its base.

"It's no use Keith, you can become a victim yourself...or you can benefit...Do it Keith, lift your foot, and bring your friend off..."

His mind in a haze, the taint straining within Trace to tease the Basitin so it could transfer. Keith could resist no more, he didn't WANT to leave Trace hanging, but he would get his revenge, he swore it. For now, he lifted his left wet muddy paw and pressed the toes a on either side of Trace's own erection. Using his fur and the black pads, Keith began jerking his foot up and down Trace's small cock, sliding it between his furry toes. Feeling the humans smooth, smaller erection between the slippery filth of his toes

Between the Taint, The Templar magic, and Keith's toes, Trace felt his body begin to spasam and climax, his length erupting and pulsing thick strands of his semen all over Keith's paw. The sensation of the warm human seed coating and desecrating his foot caused Keith's own first climax, his thinner seed shooting into Trace's mouth.

Nursing like a puppy of a bitch Trace swallowed the thinner Basitin seed, the musky fluid sliding easily down the back of his throat into his stomach as the knot filled his mouth locking him to his masters...no no his friend's groin. At that same moment, he felt the taint move from his hand up into his throat and enter though the Basitin's erection. The moment of bliss cause even more arousal.

The Templar watched as both the Basitin, and the Human, kneeling before the Basitin, continue their shuddering climax. Even he was impressed by the length and quantity of semen that was being exchanged "My WORD you two certainly were pent up....I am definitely glad I came along, that's not healthy."

Trace could not remember ever having this intensity of climax, not even with Flora...As Keith continued, his toes curled around Trace's length, and the two performed for their dark master. When Keith finally relaxed, a part of him felt more relaxed and at ease then he ever had in his life. His foot was coated with Trace's white seed, that was embarrassing, but the warm seed felt sticky, and Trace was still nursing on him locked to his groin as Keith panted, "Don't think that just because you forced that....that you have won.

The Templar laughed, "Oh my dear friend, of COURSE it means I have won...Look at your Friend's Face. Trace, that was not very nice of you to make a mess all over your friend's foot" he paused and added with great pleasure "Clean it up"

Keith looked down. Trace's face was a mask of pleasure and...he looked almost mindless. It was with extreme embarrassment that he watched Trace trying to open his mouth large enough to get the Basitin knot OUT of his mouth. It felt extremely nice, the slippery human tongue, his cock was warm in Traces mouth....wait this was his friend he should be enjoying this, should he?

The Templar chuckled "Keith if you're NOT my friend and are NOT enjoying this, why is your knot still swollen in the bitch's mouth? Doesn't your knot go DOWN after? Now come on for once tell, the truth."

His ears lowered, hearing the Templar calling out what he felt inside the dark taint whispered in Keith's ear "no harm in just TELLING him...I like you..."

Keith swallowed watching His human friend struggle trying to get his mouth open "Fine, ok it feels good, more than just good, that doesn't mean I wanted to do this" he felt Trace's seed soaking into his foot fur, it was nicely warm as well.

The Templar smiled "Keith just accept it is over...I am going to win and you can benefit.

That seemed to damned reasonable to Keith, as his knot finally went down enough for Trace to pull his face away, a strand of saliva connecting the Bastian cock to Trace's lower lip before it stretched and broke. Slowly, his mind feeling hollow almost blank, Trace went to all 4's like a dog and begin to eagerly lap his own seed off Keith's foot.

Keith again felt the arousal, though for the moment his erection behaved itself "you're a sick pervert."

The Templar smiled "Now Keith, I want you to put your foot on Trace's face...stand on it."

Keith lunged against the mystic webs but they held "No!" However, a powerful voice in his head said "Do it....There is no harm now...he's won...Trace won't mind...do it..."

The Templar frowned "hmmm no matter....I suppose you just need another demonstration. Trace" he commanded "Heel!"

Hearing the stern voice, his mind as confused as the first day he had awakened with Flora...Trace looked over from the half-cleaned Basitin paw. For a moment he hesitated but the wave of nausea that began to sweep, he obediently crawled to the feet of the young master.

Keith watched, no longer struggling as Trace moved to the feet of his friend...NO of the Templar. Trace now has a soft smile as he looked up adoringly. The gloating Templar opened his ropes and began to unlace his britches, and presented his thick erection to the kneeling Trace Legacy the Templar smiled "Suck"

Keith watched Trace lean in, take the smooth human organ into his mouth, and begin to nurse again. Trace began to give the second blowjob of his life.

The Templar, for his part, had waited a very long time for this. Finally, Trace Legacy put in his place. As his cock disappeared into Trace's willing mouth, he placed his hand against the back of the Blue haired head and pressed Trace firmly into his groin, mounting his face. He groaned in pleasure holding Trace's ears like handlebars "now Keith, I want you to feel despair, hopelessness...." He thrust his hips into the kneeling humans face so that Trace's nose was pressed against his pubic bone.

As soon as it was stated, Keith's heart dropped. The taint moving to get what it wanted out of its now, non-magical host. It was over, He could see now, a Yellow outline around Trace's body, and the glow was dimming as it began to grow to a brighter outline around the Templar. Trace was being drained while the Templar would fill his belly with seed. What was the use of fighting anymore?

The Templar could feel the Grand Templar's magic...flowing from the brat into his body, and it was equally arousing to see Trace's friend. The Basitin, at his command, was feeling hopelessness and his physical struggles had all but ceased.

Before him, he could feel Trace's warm mouth, suckling firmly like a nursing child, and he was sucking the magic out of the ex-grand master, taking deep gulps of the power... Trace's breath was warm on his groin, and he looked forward to both enjoying more of this and showing off his new trophy.

Keith sighed; he could see it was almost over. The powerful human would have all of Trace's magic, and Trace already stood no chance and the thought of Natani, likewise bound on a leash, on HIS leash, he wanted her so bad, and the Templar was offering his help.

Keith watched quietly as the Templar Face raped Trace, the yellow outline around Trace flickering, the Templar absorbing...

The young adult lifted his foot and again began teasing Trace's semiflacid cock back to life.

Keith watched the Templar stiffen, and could see Trace's lower jaw moving as he swallowed his dinner. Keith's heart sung as the yellow outline flickered as the chuckling Templar, now radiant and refreshed, released the blue hair and Trace. His eye's were glazed and he had a bit of white semen on his lip. After a moment, he was allowed to fall sideways back at Keith's feet.

The Templar sighed in satisfaction as he re-hitched his breeched and put his foot on the unstruggling Trace's flank "Ahhh now that felt nice... So Keith what will it be?"

Keith considered, remembering the times that he and the Templar had worked together, sure, they had disagreements, but they always patched it up. Trace was his friend, but was...meant past tense.

The Templar cocks his head "If I release you...are you going to struggle?"

Sheepishly Keith looked up "No...."

The Master Templar smirked "Prove it."

Keith glanced at Trace, thought of Flora in the clutches of Eric, and with a smile lifted his foot and brought the paw pads down on Trace's Cheek "You made a mess Trace, finish cleaning it.

"I told you, you would do it and enjoy it," the new grand Master said with a great deal of satisfaction watching Trace again licking his own seed off the Basitin's paw.

Leaning some weight down on Trace's face, Keith smiled a bit again as the Templar used a sharp knife to free him from the webs. "What is going to happen now?" the Basitin asked, now standing causally both of them with a foot on the defeated grand Templar.

The Spy Master Templar sighed in satisfaction "Now, I am going to take Trace back as my bitch, and begin ruling this real. We're going make sure that little tigress of his, stays where she is, while he becomes exactly what I said...my obedient bitch...Permanently.

Keith crossed his arms, and glanced down. "May I?" He was feeling relief now, almost joy, with all the conflict over he could not figure out why he had chosen to resist at all.

The New grand master smiled and bowed "Be my guest." He had so hoped for this. The two friends turned into master and slave.

Keith, his paws now cleaned stepped back "Trace, go bend yourself over that log and present yourself to me.

Bushing Trace nodded, "Yes master." He moved obediently to lay himself over the lob his ass up,

Keith smiled. He had been denied so long, and Trace had a cute ass, not as cute as Natani, but she was not here.

Keith quickly moved up behind Trace and using his hands spread the ass cheeks. Trace's head went up and he smiled back at the Basitin who was aligning himself with the soft pink pucker. ""You best forget Flora Trace." He smiled placing his sharp tip against the warm human opening "She is going to be Eric's whore"

Trace nodded as he felt his bastion master lean over his back, slide a furred hand along his flank, and lean in. The sharp point of the Basitin organ spread his tightly clenched muscles and he felt Keith's warm furred chest against his back as they spooned.

To Keith, and the taint, it felt amazing. Trace's ass was warm, slightly slippery, and tight, lubricated only by Trace's left over saliva. Trace felt his master slide deeply into his bowels, and his head came up with a grunt, feeling the Basitin knot already knocking at his back door. Keith pulled back and thrust again firmly but not viciously, as he took his ex-friend's virginity. With each thrust, the Basitin lifted the human's heels off the ground and he quickly set up a sharp bucking rhythm.

The Grand Master's heart filled with joy watching the two copulate with each other. The Basitin had his tail wagging furiously and a grand smile on his face, while Trace legacy had his head up. The Basitin's hand in his blue hair yanking it back. "That's it" the grand master thought, "One more climax should permanently bond the taint to you, and permanently set my spell in Trace.

For Keith this was heaven, the force within him purred, and the feeling around his cock was intense. Panting he pulled the human back into his groin firmly still thrusting in and out in the open forest. Using the human as any animal would. For his pleasure to crest, Keith had to knot with his bitch. Thrusting firmly each time, Trace could feel the large fleshy knot trying to spread his anal muscles. Keith would not be denied and Trace began to thrust back against him...trying to help. Clenching his anal muscles as the large canid withdrew and releasing them so Keith could thrust more sassily back in.

The Master Templar could sense final victory. He watched the canid grip of both the human's shoulders and THRUST.

Trace let out a yelp as the knot pressed past his anal muscles and they now closed around behind it. The male had locked to his bitch. Trace was now dragged back every time Keith pulled back and panted. He felt Keith's teeth at his neck as he nipped firmly.

The Templar watched in anticipation thinking "that's it...that's it a few more thrusts!"

Keith exploded deep into Trace's ass, holding firm he groans his mouth drooling along the side of Trace's exposed neck, his breath hot as he felt his seed pulsing deeply. For the grand master, that was the final key, the one he had waited so long for, the spell components melded and he felt the final Link. Trace would be his slave, finally it happened. A win.

Keith Panted smiling down at Trace whose seed now dripped down the log he was bent over. "Sorry" he shrugged to the Templar "it's going to take about 10 min for me to get out of this bitch.

The Templar smiled "Take your time my friend...when your done I'd like to discuss my plans with you."