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"Twenty, thirty, forty silver coins..." Colt's brows furrowed as he dropped the last coin into his purse. "Vincent, you greedy little ape. Always holding back on my portion of the goods." He spat on the ground before shoving his purse into his tunic. Vincent was the leader of the Blood Soaked Devil bandits, and a cruel and vindictive bastard. That gorilla took any chance he could to give him the shorter end of the stick whenever it came to distributing the loot from their raids, even though it was Colt who was the one that scouted out villages, merchants, and caravans to find the ones that were nice and plump for the picking.

Colt's broad shoulders grew tense as he rested his arm on the handle of his sword that hung from his belt. "Whatever. I don't need to bother with it for much longer. With the way things are looking, the Nightmare Troop will most likely take care of Vincent and our 'brothers' that blindly follow him." A cold, ruthless smile spread across the tasmanian devil's mouth. Nightmare Troop was the only gang of bandits in the area that held equal if not more power than the Blood Soaked Devils.

The two groups were sworn enemies. It had gotten to the point that if either side were to meet, there would be blood spilt. However, that didn't involve Colt any longer because after today he'll be officially done with the Blood Soaked Devils.

That asshole might have thought it was fun to throw his weight around because he saw Colt as a threat to his position as leader. Even though, if he had just left things alone, he would have found out that this tasmanian devil wasn't interested in becoming leader.

Give him booze to drink, wenches to fuck, and he'd be happy with just doing his share of the work and enjoying the money they stole.

Yet, since the Gorilla wanted to step on his toes and take his money, he had no issue letting go some...information to their rivals that was destined to end in the death of the Blood Devils. Colt couldn't even hold back a chuckle as thunder echoed through the grey-covered sky. Even the gods must have been expecting the mayhem that was about to happen and were setting up a scene meant for a battlefield.

His neck relaxed as he looked back to the mountains, which were several miles behind him. "Good luck, Vincent. I'll drink to your honor and your demise!" Laughing, Colt breathed in long and hard, taking in the fresh smell of mead and food that was coming from the Red Brick Tavern.

The Tavern was a good spot for travelers to stop at on their way to Lifton. The city was nearly a half-day's travel from here, and the closest city outside of Lifton would take four days to reach on foot. As such, many travelers and merchants would revel in the idea of stopping here on the way into town, while in turn, those living in the farming settlements outside of town enjoyed the cheap booze and wild tales told by so many.

Walking up into the tavern, the remaining anxiety that lingered in his gut diminished at sounds of laughter and music. There were wolves standing on the table, shouting and slushing their mugs of booze across the floor, goats and sheeps dancing across the floor, and even a few bulls drinking at the bar. The place was a lot more lively than it usually was. Old Nicholas had to have been out advertising in Lifton again.

Slamming the door behind him, the sound of the music had all but stopped and the sounds of laughter had quieted down as all eyes were on him. Some were filled with curiosity, others with disgust; but most importantly, there was fear. He had quickly gotten used to this scene, especially when he waltzed into a village with ten to twenty men behind him ready to cut down anyone from men, women, and children with just a single wave of his paw.

It made it all the better when he had his pick of the girls in town. The sight of a good wench quivering under him, begging, crying, and praying for help was the best. It was like he was a god that held the right to judge them to death if they couldn't give him what he wanted.

And everyone in the inn knew it.

Just the thought made Colt lick his lips as his sheath grew plump from excitement. Maybe I'll have one or two wenches along with my booze, just to make this day perfect. He strutted past the crowd, his small skinny tail bounced with arrogance. He didn't consider himself handsome, not with the scar across his snout. But it did give off more of a deadly vibe, especially when anyone looked him in his light brown eyes that matched the color of the fur on his muzzle.

What he didn't have in looks, he felt he made up with style. The collar of his black tunic, which he stole from a merchant, was unbuttoned, showing off a gold necklace that draped across his broad black chest, and a long white stripe that wrapped around his shoulders. There were silver laced designs wrapped around the cuffs that brought out the highlights of his silver-dyed spiked hair. "Yo, Nicholas!" Colt shouted, drowning out the whispers in the tavern.

There were the sounds of shuffling coming from the back of the bar as a door pushed open, revealing a large stallion. "Colt! What the hell is your ugly mug doing here? I thought I told you that you're not welcome here!" Nicholas said, his voice hot with annoyance.

The tasmanian devil shrugged, and his thumb traced the butt of his sword. Nicholas's eyes dropped,the rage in them dimming, and like the others in the inn, a hint of fear lingered. "Now is that the way you talk to your oldest patron? I would have thought from amount I spent at your inn and on your crappy-ass booze that we would be considered...close by now."

The tavern was so quiet that Colt could hear a shuddered breath. Nicholas's fist tightened as he stepped up to the bar. "Why must you Blood Soaked Devils insist on constantly coming here and harassing me and my clients? We have done nothing to you lot!"

Colt's eyes narrowed. "You really got a mouth on you today, Nicholas. I only came here to have a good time, and you're quickly ruining my mood." Colt bared his fangs.

Although Nicholas stood a good foot and a few inches taller than the tasmanian devil, Colt wasn't worried. He was absolutely sure he would win in a fight against the stallion. Add that to the fact that the stallion knew Colt's "position" in the Devils, he'd be a fool to actually push his luck. A vein popped up in Nicholas's neck as he leaned over the counter. "Fine...What is it that you want?"

"Good. That's more like it." Colt smiled before looking over to the bards, who avoided eye contact with the tasmanian devil. "Why did you bunch stop playing? Go on, play! Today is a good day and I want to have music and booze to celebrate!" Colt laughed loudly, ignoring the nervous smiles on the lads before looking at Nicholas. "Send some whisky my way and your finest meal. Since I'm in a good mood, I'll actually pay this time around."

Nicholas flared his nose and turned around to grab Colt's drink. While he did this, and the music started up again, Colt turned and stopped in his tracks. The tasmanian devil always had a specific booth he enjoyed sitting in that was stationed by the corner window. The last guy he found sitting there ended up leaving the bar with a broken arm and not a single coin to his name.

Now Colt saw a tall, but slender black-and-white striped sabertoothed tiger sitting where he should be at. The feline was leaning over his mug, staring inside it as if he wanted nothing more to do than to drink his misery away. His tan shirt was marked with dirt and grime from the fields he most likely worked, and his pants were cut up and in even worse shape than his shirt. The sabertooth obviously didn't have much on him, and that cup most likely was all he could afford.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, the tasmanian devil walked up to the booth and slammed his foot on the table, causing the mug of what smelled like whisky to fall on the saber's crotch. "Whoa!" The feline jumped up, looked at Colt, and the surprise in his eyes turned into fright.

Placed on Colt's upper right chest was a blood-red crest. Anyone in the area could tell that this was the crest worn by those of the Blood Soaked Devils, and the tiger was no different. "S-sorry sir. I-I don't know if I offended you or not but i-if so then--"

"Shut it." Colt spat on the saber, making the lad wheel back. Colt guess the feline couldn't be older than his, a few years younger than Colt. "Who the hell gave you the right to sit here?" Colt cocked his brow.

The tiger's bottom lip trembled as his gaze averted from Colt's. "No one. I just thought--"

"That was your first mistake." The tasmanian devil removed his foot off the table and leaned his hips into the table, cutting off the saber's route of escape. "You thought. Now why did a little farm boy like you have to go ahead and do that?"

The tiger's pupils grew wide and his tail dropped. "Sir, I meant no harm! I had no idea about this being your spot sir. Truly I didn't!"

"Colt, the boy didn't know! Let him be." Nicholas said from behind the bar, slamming the whisky on the counter.

Colt's ears flicked and he glare over at Nicholas. "Fine... I'll let this slide...of course you'll be paying for my drink to make up for this. Right boy?"

"I..." The sabertooth looked back between the stallion and the tasmanian devil.

"Boy, just do it. The last man that pissed this asshole off...didn't end up well." Nicholas muzzle dipped, apologetically.

The tiger's shoulders dropped but nodded before he reluctantly reached for his purse and laid it on the table. For a moment no one said anything or made a move. They just sat there, watching and waiting to see what Colt.

Finally, with a smirk, the tasmanian devil reached down and grabbed the purse and looked inside to see thirty copper coins. Enough for two drinks. "You can go, lad. Make sure not to make the same mistake again." Colt pulled his foot off the booth.

Sighing, the saber moved as fast as he could to get past Colt, but wasn't able to avoid being tripped into another client's table. "Oops! Sorry, didn't mean to knock you over, lad. Head home and let your wench clean you up. If a coward like yourself even has one." Colt laughed and sat down and kicked his feet up on the table. "Tabetha! Come over here and keep daddy company!"

The mare's nose twitched, and she looked at Nicholas, who looked as if he was about to explode with rage, before she picked up the tasmanian devil's whisky. Colt's lips perked up to show his fangs as he caught the saber running out of the door from the corner of his eye, but his main focus was on delicious sight of the mare carrying his whisky over to him. Aye, tonight is going to be a fine time.

"Mmm..." A low rumble escaped the tasmanian devil's throat as he sat by the window of his room, staring out toward the mountains. The storm had drenched everything outdoors, making the grass glow from the moon light outside. Licking his lips, he turned back to his bed, which was still in disarray and heavy with his and the mare's scents. He had to give it to Nicholas, his girls were always the best. Not only were they good at serving drinks, but also damn good at serving a man in the sheets. He could still taste the mare's juices on his tongue and feel her thighs squeezing against his face as she tried to hold herself back.

It felt good though, when he was able to get her off with just his tongue. The look in her eyes, disgust, shame, regret, sent thrills of excitement through the devil. Even now, just thinking of the way she gasped as he pinned her down to the bed had the tip of his cock poking out from his sheath.

He crossed his legs and adjusted his naked ass in the wooden chair as he glanced back out the window. Even though it was too far away, he still pictured the image of flames devouring the forest as the Nightmare Troop laid siege to their base. By now, it should be obvious to that old gorilla that the one that disclosed their location was Colt. Just the thought of that gorilla screaming as everything he worked for burned to the ground was pleasing to the tasmanian devil's soul.

"I wonder what Vincent's last words were," he thought aloud. "Most likely cursing me to the farthest depths of the underworld." A gleam of delight filled his eyes.

"You're not far off with your assumptions." A voice echoed through the room.

Instantly, Colt twisted around and reached back where his tail rested on the chair and grabbed up an already unsheathed dagger and flung it in the direction of the voice. A loud thump was heard from the dagger sinking into the wall. There wasn't a trace of anyone in the room except for Colt.

An unnerving chill ran down the devil's spine as he shouted, "Who the fuck is here?!"

"Colt. Ex-general of the kingdom's twenty-fourth division, who was expelled due to several accounts of rape. Afterwards, you joined the Blood Soaked Devils as an informant and as one of the six pillars that kept the organization grounded. However, due to a conflict of interest with the leader Vincent, you decided to leak information of your base location to the Nightmare Troop after acquiring a large sum of money from them that would last you several years. All while hoping for the mutual destruction of both groups in order to gain from their losses." The cold, tactical voice listed on, as if reading from a checklist.

Colt stood up, while moving over to the corner of the room where his sword was. However, the moment his paw touched the hilt he felt like lightning shot through his body. Yanking his paw away, Colt fell backwards. "What the hell?! Who are you? What is it that you want?!"

The sound of the window slamming shut made Colt head snap around. No one was there, or anywhere in the room. The tasmanian devil forced himself off the floor before taking in his environment. Having been in the heat of war, Colt had faced death countless times, making him numb to the fear of having his life ended. Instead, he got a rush from it all, an undying desire to continue to fight, kill, and ravage those who looked down on him.

Even in front of assassins that had came for his life, he never batted an eye and always had a way to deal with them. But for some reason, he could not stop shaking. His arm still felt tingly from when he grabbed his blade, and he couldn't help but look at the door and hesitate.

"Oh? You're really not as dumb as you look." There was a hint of amusement coming from the voice as it noticed Colt thinking about making a run for the door. "The title of Titan of Wanes was bestowed on you for a reason. A man who revels in blood and desire, who would not shy away from doing whatever he likes. Which was was to kill, steal, or betray his countrymen. It take a pretty conniving man to be able to do that."

Clenching his fists, Colt felt vulnerable. He was stark naked and without a thing on his person to defend himself from the mysterious voice. "You're right about one thing. I am conniving, enough to see you're a man like myself." Colt said, trying to keep his voice steady. For a moment there was no response, leaving Colt guessing that he was right about what he said. "A man that gathers his information about this target, sizing them up before coming and going in for the kill. That's the kind of people we are. So tell me. Are you here for the money I collected from the the Nightmare Troop?"

Silence.

"Are you here after a bounty that was placed on my head by the court?"

Silence.

"Or are you saying that I was wrong? That you're not a man of value and desire but some goody-two-shoes who goes around to right the wrongs of us evil ol' bandits?!" Colt shouted.

Silence.

Colt's shoulders started to shake as he looked around, waiting for something, anything to speak. The unnerving quiet prevailed instead. Not a single move could be heard through the room except for the scraping of the tasmanian devil's claws clicking on the hardwood floor as he inched towards the wall. He didn't want anything to escape his attention. Just one fuck-up could cost him his life and he had so much more he wanted to do in life just to let it all end now!

"Answer me damn it!" Colt shouted as he pressed his back into the wall.

Finally, a soft breath of air caressed his right ear as a voice whispered. "Does it matter the reason?" Colt jumped off to the left, his ass hitting the floor and back hitting the against the bed frame. There was nothing in front of him and his blood ran cold as finally he was able to piece everything together.

The light from the moon seemed to vanish under the clouds as an unnatural darkness filled the room, making it hard for Colt to see. "All you have to know is that I am here for you. What the reason or what I want to do with you, is none of your concern. Because you have no right to deny me."

Getting up on his feet, Colt's eyes edged to the corner across from his bed. Sitting in a chair with a book in his paw was the sabertooth from earlier. No longer was he dressed crudely like some poor farmer, but instead he wore a long blue tunic and freshly pressed slacks. Blue was a symbol of nobility in their country and no one without some ties with the court of the royal family would be able to wear it. Under the sliver of light that remained from the moon, Colt was also able to make out the leather badge that hung from the sabertooth's belt. The sight of it rooted him to the floor. "The magi division...."

The sabertooth cocked his brow at Colt, a lingering smile showing in those green eyes. "I'm glad you know who you're dealing with."

"Fuck! What the hell could I have done to send one of you bastards out after me?!" Colt cursed aloud, mainly to himself. The magi division was an elite group that was created to regulate mages and witches within the kingdom.

On some occasions the court would have them play as temporary bounty hunters for those that eluded their clutches for a long time. Serial killers and assassins that had killed a royal member were just some of the kinds of criminals the magi division would go after.

But for bandits? Colt thought. That's something that wasn't even worth their time! Even for an ex-general like himself. As long as Colt stayed in the country and didn't try to go across to an enemy kingdom, he wouldn't be considered more than a pain in the law enforcement's neck. So why?

"I do believe I said that the reason I've come for you is none of your concern." The sabertooth stood up. "All you need to know is that I'm here for you. That is it and that is all." Five pages from the book slowly started to drift up into the air, two of which hit the window and the door respectively, and the other three spread out and clung to the tasmanian devil's sword, clothes, and dagger. Not long after this happened, a soft golden glow appeared on the pages as magical circles branched off the pages and covered each item fully.

Colt didn't need to know anything about magic to tell that those strange symbols were meant to keep him from escape or protecting himself. Gulping, he looked at the sabertooth, who was already making his way over to where he stood. "But I suppose I can tell you one thing." Stopping right in front of him, the tiger's lips curled up in a cruel smirk. "That you're truly unlucky to have caught the attention of Xavier from the first squad of the magi division."

Colt's pupils dilated and he stepped back, but he didn't have a chance to let out a sound before Xavier flicked his finger and a rope made of gold light wrapped around the tasmanian devil's neck and formed a noose. Just from looks, the sabertooth tiger didn't look strong at all, but when he tugged on the golden rope like a leash, Colt felt like his neck was about to snap as he was yanked past Xavier and sent tumbling across the floor.

"Now that's a tasty pose." Colt coughed and turned back around to see Xavier looking down at him. The devil was currently laying on the ground with his knees propped up under him and his plump ass pointed directly at the tiger. The look in those green eyes was all too familiar to Colt. It was the same look the devil had given the mare not long ago when he had her stripping in front of him.

"Why...you..." The words choked up in his throat as he gasped. The magical noose dug deep into his neck, cutting off his air flow. His back arched along with his neck as the dull rope grinded against his flesh. He tried to reach up and grab the noose to lessen the pressure. However, before he could lift his arms off the floor a sharp sting slammed into Colt's fingers as the sabertooth's feet stomped down onto the tasmanian devil's paws. "Fuck!"

"Shut it." Xavier's foot shot up and slammed right into the side of Colt's head, temporarily causing his vision to fade as he went tumbling off to the side. "A bastard like you wants to complain about my interest after all the people you raped? Now that's funny!" Xavier laughed as he crept over to Colt.

Panting, the devil ignored the taste of copper in his mouth while he forced himself to look up at Xavier. The tiger looked like a true demon who was ready to reap his prize. Each step he took was slow and precise. Not a single sound could be heard except for the feline flipping through his book and pulled out a single slip of paper.

Colt couldn't help but feel his mouth grow dry just from staring at Xavier. The moment he had found out that this farmer boy was a part of the infamous magi division, he had already given up any hope of coming out of this alive. However, the image of desire and the faint smell of musk that came from the feline made the tasmanian devil's stomach clench up.

He was fine with dying.

He could handle some torture.

He was even fine with losing his freedom by being imprisoned for the rest of his life.

However, the one thing he as a man held closer than anything was his pride, and this bastard wanted to take that away from him! "Ha! I would have never thought that the magi division, the so-called holy enforcers of the kingdom would lower themselves to the likes of a bandit!"

"Cute." Xavier said before stopping right in front of Colt. "Who said that all of us are holy?" He cocked his head to the side and his face had an eerie glow under the light of the golden rope. Colt felt his heart drop as he watched Xavier kneel down in front of him, and his body freeze when those green eyes stared into his own. "Earlier you said that I was like you. A man of value and desire. If only you knew how right you were." The sabertooth slapped the piece of paper right against Colt's eye.

For a moment the tasmanian devil didn't feel a thing, but soon a flesh-rending burn dug into his face as the paper turned black. "Ah!" Colt tried to claw the paper away, but no matter how much he pulled it wouldn't budge. Instead he could feel it slowly start to wither away as he felt an uncomfortable invading power inside his body. Like venom, it spread through his veins at a rapid pace, threatening to take over. "Wha-what the fuck are you doing to me!" Colt cried out. The pain he was going through felt as if the damn feline had branded his face.

"Well, you military boys tend to be strong-willed. When something you don't like to happen, happens to you, then you chose suicide." A light touch brushed against the devil's chin as a warm breath caressed his lips. "And I can't have that."

"You--" Colt open his mouth but no words came out. Not that he didn't want to; no, he wanted to curse and damn the feline to the darkest part of the underworld. But the same sensation from the paper came coursing through his body and surged up to his throat. Like an invisible hand was placed over his mouth, it stopped him from saying a word.

"I forgot to mention that you're no longer allow to disrespect your master," Xavier said with a smirk as the remaining bit of the paper vanished into Colt's face. "Good boy. Now then, up on your knees."

Colt wanted to tell the sabertooth to fuck off, but again he wasn't able to say a thing. So instead he just laid there clutching his eye, unwilling to move and glaring up at those demonic green eyes. "Reluctant, are you?" Xavier chuckled and stood back up. With the golden rope in paw, he simply squeezed, and the noose around Colt's neck not only tightened but also sent jolts of electricity through his entire body.

"AGH!" He gasped and squirmed across the floor, his body twitching as he clutched at the golden string around his neck, but he cried out as the electricity intensified the moment he touched it. "St-st-st..." He tried to beg for Xavier to stop, but was unable to form even a coherent word. His body twitched and started to have a spasm as he slowly felt his consciousness slipping from pain and lack of oxygen. He could even smell smoke and burning flesh coming from beneath the noose.

But every time he felt like he was going to pass out, that alien sensation sent a warm soothing energy through his body like an unwanted blessing. It healed his body from the numbness and burns from the electricity while the noose loosened to allow him to breathe. But the moment he caught his second wind, the whole process continued again, causing him to feel like he was already in the underworld and that Xavier was his tormentor.

After what felt like hours of on-and-off suffering, Colt finally struggled to get to his knees and clutched at the feline's legs. "That's better." The tension around Colt's neck lessened and the spell Xavier had cast on him quickly ate away at the pain, leaving the tasmanian devil twitching and numb. "You see, I reward those that listen, but will always punish those that disobey my orders." Xavier reached down and grabbed Colt by the chin. Colt didn't have the strength to resist the feline, and after being electrocuted, suffocated, and burned back and forth, he didn't dare attempt to resist.

In the army Colt had known there was an ending to pain, and it was either through escape or death. However, when both of those options are taken away, a man can only submit. This bitter truth hit Colt harder than a hammer as he reluctantly closed his eyes, before he felt a light slap on his cheek. "Now to reward you for listening to your master, how about I feed you a treat."

Colt's eyes snapped opened to see Xavier hook his thumb around the waistband of his pants. "You...you're a brave soul...willing to force someone to suck your...co-cock after you torture them." The tasmanian devil panted, his mouth still dry. However, a small smile appeared on his face as he saw the feline's paw falter from pulling down his slacks. "Even I'm not that crazy." He gave a hoarse chuckle.

"Who said you can hurt me?" Colt's ears perked up and he looked up at Xavier. His question was more like a statement mixed a command. Slowly, that eerie power crawled through Colt's body, as if warning him that it would not allow him to hurt its master. The lingering confidence in Colt's eyes vanished while a low purr of delight came from the sabertooth tiger as he tugged down his waistline til it cupped right below his massive sac.

Colt was straight, but even he couldn't deny he had compared himself with many other men before. Especially in the raids he and the Blood Soaked Devils had participated in. Compared to most, Colt was definitely above average, with seven inches and a nice pair of balls that hung below his sheath. He never felt ashamed in showing what he had to work with, unlike some of his crew. Yet when looking at Xavier's endowments, he felt his throat tighten up.

The sabertooth tiger was thick, much thicker than any guy he had seen before, and had to be at least two inches longer than Colt. That, and he couldn't help but notice the head of the tiger's cock was the thickest part of his shaft which made the devil's asshole clench involuntarily.

Another light slap tapped his muzzle as Xavier held up the golden rope. "Open." There was no room for discussion in Xavier's voice, and the way he held that magical golden light was the only warning he was going to give Colt.

His bottom lip trembled, and he hesitated for only a second before he felt a sharp, prickling pain that zapped his neck which made him wince. Clenching his fist tight, he forced opened his muzzle and stared up at Xavier. The bubbling rage that surged from his gut into his chest was hard to contain, but he couldn't vocally or physically retaliate, so all he could do was glare at the bastard.

Xavier didn't bother with reprimanding the look he was given. Instead, he chuckled before he reached down and grabbed Colt by the back of his hair and pulled his muzzle down on his cock. A low growl escaped the tasmanian devil's throat as he attempted to bite down on the feline's shaft. The moment his teeth touched the the pink flesh, his jaw locked up and an electrifying jolt stabbed into everyone of his nerves.

"Are you really that stupid?" Xavier snapped as he stepped back and kicked Colt in the stomach, making him double over. "What don't you get about you having no right to decline me? I'm from the first squad of the magi division. If I wanted to, I could drill holes into everyone of your teeth, making you wither and howl all while being unable to move or pass out from the pain. If I desired, I could burn you til you looked like an overcooked chicken and heal you back to normal only to continue over and over again. Or I could pluck the eyes out from that pretty little head of yours? You seemed to enjoy to looking down on everyone around you so maybe without them you'll learn your place."

The feline's eyes narrowed as he waited til Colt looked back up at him. "I'll give you one more chance." Taking his cock into his paw, Xavier stepped back in front of Colt and said, slowly, "Do a proper job and put your muzzle to work or else I'll show you the consequences for being disobedient..."

Biting his bottom lip, Colt couldn't look up at the feline. At this point there wasn't a doubt in his mind that Xavier would do any or all the things he stated to the tasmanian devil if he didn't submit. That, and who in their right mind would come to Colt's aid? The magi division was already a powerful group that even the king had to respect, and those of the first squad held as much power as the king, and some would say even more so.

Cursing silently under his breath, Colt reluctantly reached out and took the feline's dick into his paw. Colt never had any kind of experience with touching or doing anything with another man's cock. It felt strange yet similar at the same time from working with his own on those lonely nights. "Don't keep me waiting." Xavier's voice acted as a reminder that he had a task to do. However, this time there was no sharp sting to his words, but some actual encouragement.

Colt's ears dropped as he slid his paw down to the base of that hard shaft, squeezing it. It was definitely thicker than his own, and a lighter shade of pink, with several veins throbbing around the shaft. This made Colt cringe a bit, as if the cock in his paw was something slimy and gross, even though it wasn't.

Glancing up, his tail dropped at the annoyance in Xavier's eyes and he knew he had to commit to the act. Colt bent over and pressed his nose up under the crown of that massive cock head, the same way he seen so many women do to him. A soft intake of air to take in the sabertooth's musk and and a light lick against the belly of the feline's cock earned him a slight shudder from the tiger. A drop of precum leaked from the slit and onto the tasmanian devil's tongue as he glanced over the head.

It didn't taste like his own, from the few times he let curiosity get the better of him. However it didn't taste bad, nor felt bad against his tongue. It still didn't beat the taste of a woman or the scent of her sexual arousal, but he couldn't let him bother him. Colt licked again, harder this time as he stroked up the sabertooth's shaft, causing another drop to roll across his tongue.

A soft purr of content rumbled up from Xavier as the spell seemed to stir, causing an unusual hint of warmth to hit Colt's stomach after swallowing down the salty drip. Like a shot of warm whisky, it spread out through Colt's body, easing up the pain that he had recently suffered from the sabertooth. It was strangely soothing. Taking another whiff of Xavier's musk, Colt dragged his tongue up from the base of the sabertooth shaft, up along the pulsing vein and the tip.

"Mmph!" Colt felt Xavier's cock twitch against his lips as he pressed them against the slit. "Not bad... I'm starting to wonder if you've done this before," Xavier smirked.

Colt's nose twitched, but he didn't bother to answer. He knew it would only please the sabertooth more and potentially give the feline another reason to torture him. So instead of indulging Xavier, Colt closed his eyes while wrapping his lips around the bright plump head, making Xavier groan.

Smooth flesh slid within his mouth, making him shudder from both a strange sense of disgust and curiosity. He couldn't curb the feeling that everything this damn tiger was making him do was wrong and disgusting. If he was a woman he'd understand, but Colt was a man! This was not something that was looked well upon by anyone in the kingdom.

Experimenting a little, he bobbed his head up and down along the thick shaft. Each time his teeth got too close he felt the warmth in his body vanish and in turn his jaw would stop and the noose would tighten around his neck, making him gag a bit around the feline's cock with no warning. A low purr filled the room as a paw pressed the back of Colt's head, pushing him all the way down to the sheath.

The tasmanian devil's toes curled up as he gagged and yanked his head back the moment Xavier pulled his paw away. "Damn, I guess you really haven't sucked a cock before."

"Fuck no! Why would I do something this disgusting!" Colt spat, then gasped as he felt the rope yank up suddenly, making it so that he sat up straight. When he looked up at Xavier, he could see the book he once held floating in the air beside him, the pages slowly flipping over by themselves.

"Oh? You saying I'm disgusting?" Xavier tilted his head.

Of course you are you fucking bastard! Colt thought, but he didn't dare voice his opinion. He'd been around far too long to not sense the killing intent in the feline's words, no matter how subtle it was.

Since Colt didn't say a thing, an eerie grin spread across the tiger's muzzle. Xavier grabbed a page from the book, which had suddenly stopped moving. The moment he pulled the slip out, it turned pitch black and Colt felt his heart stop.

"Oh, what's wrong? Scared I'm going to hurt you?" Colt froze but didn't dare look at Xavier. Instead, all he could focus on was the black light coming from the paper that fluttered right in front of him. The spell inside of him seemed to resonate with it, causing the tasmanian devil's heart to beat faster. However, just when Colt thought the paper would touch his skin, he notice that the black light and the paper slowly started to wrap around Xavier's cock instead.

"What the hell?" Colt's jaw dropped as he watched the feline's dick pulse and his body tense up. A dribble of pre leaked from the tip as Xavier let out a light moan, which sent chills through Colt's blood. How the hell could he find something like that pleasurable?! Not only was the sabertooth a sick pervert that was into men, which was frowned upon more than rape, but he even could get off to such pain? Colt felt his neck fur stand on end as he realized that with such a crazy bastard as his captor, if he didn't truly do everything the tiger said, he could only pray for a quick death.

Huffing, Xavier only placed his dick right in front of Colt's muzzle before saying, "Lick it."

Colt's body slouched, but unlike before, he didn't put up much resistance as he caressed his tongue against the silky pink flesh. The moment his tongue pressed against Xavier's cock he felt his own dick twitch in his sheath, making him thrust involuntarily. His ears perked as he heard Xavier chuckle.

Xavier pressed his paw down on the back of the tasmanian devil's head. "Go on. Finish what you started. I want my dick nice and wet, else you'll regret the poor job."

The tasmanian devil's asshole tightened up but he didn't say a word. Instead, he wrapped his mouth right back around the feline's head. A sudden warm, moist heat surged around the tasmanian devil's own cock head the moment his muzzle enclosed around Xavier's dick.

An unexpected moan escaped Colt's muzzle while trying to pull back. He wanted to ask what the hell the sabertooth had done to him, but Xavier wouldn't let him. The feline held Colt's head firmly as his shaft pistoned back and forth inside of the tasmanian devil's muzzle.

Colt's fingers dug into Xavier's leg as he felt the feline's cock head running along his tongue and tickling the roof of his mouth. His body twitched and squirmed, but not because of the having his mouth full of another man's cock...

But because now it felt like he was giving himself head instead of Xavier.

At first he was still a bit too startled by the threat from Xavier to pay attention, but now it was impossible for him not to figure it out. The spell, whatever it was, seemed to have created some kind of magical bond that connected what Xavier felt to Colt's own dick.

If Xavier was getting head, Colt would feel as if he was getting head. Also if Xavier was fucking someone, Colt would feel like he was plowing them as well. His sheath quickly grew swollen as he felt the smoldering heat from one's mouth around his cock, leaving a strange sensation of it being wet, yet not wet at all.

This was too unreal to be true! Colt had heard stories of how mages could bring a man back from the brink of death or how they could turn a forest into an ash yard. But who would have thought someone could find such a perverted way to use magic?

Colt groaned and tired set a rhythm where his muzzle would match the pace of his paw. He had never felt something this good before.

Pulling his paw away, Colt pushed slightly further down on the shaft, taking a little more each time down. He sucked around the cock head, making Xavier moan as he clutched the back of Colt's head.

"Shhh! Ohhh fuck!" Xavier panted and pulled his cock out from the tasmanian devil's mouth. Even the cold air touching the saliva-covered shaft could be felt by Colt, making his dick and body jump, missing the heat from his own muzzle. "See, I knew you could do a better job."

Colt opened his mouth, but shut it as he realized what he did. "This...I...."

"You enjoyed it. Like you do when you force yourself on a young woman and make her please you." Xavier said, as if he could read Colt's mind. Before the devil could say anything to defend himself, Xavier wrapped the golden rope around his paw and yanked upwards.

Gasping, Colt quickly got to his feet, and was staring up to look into the taller feline's eyes. "You were able to feel the kind of pleasure you wish the women you molest could give to you. And you've became addicted to it. You were able to be 'truly' satisfied. Something you have never been able to achieve."

Everything the feline said was absolutely true. Yet he had never been able to fully be able to find someone that could truly satisfy his hunger for pleasure, and it bothered him to no end, Though, hearing it from this bastard's mouth made Colt feel worse than he already was. He could still taste the feline's cock even now, and feel the heat of his own muzzle, which still made him twitch from wanting more.

Yet that idea of wanting more was what scared him the most.

Yes, it had to be the magic. If not for this magic....

"You'd still enjoy it." Colt's eyes widened as he felt the sabertooth's thumb and finger press against his chin. Chuckling Xavier said, "You're too easy to read, little devil. Let me tell you this, you'd enjoy it because you love to cause people pain. You love to make people suffer. To struggle and fight. All while watching them slowly submit to you. It's because of this that you'd still enjoy pleasing me, because no matter the means, the result is still the same. You'd experience the same helplessness and submission that you put so many women through."

Colt's eyes flashed as he couldn't hold back the blood lust in them. Though, like clockwork, the noose around his neck quickly squeezed around his throat, attempting to cut off his circulation. Yet, the tasmanian devil still glared as he forcefully said, "You act like...you know me...know that by playing...on...my desires that..."

"You think I'm tricking you into liking this?" Xavier's nose wiggled in amusement as he stepped up close to Colt until their chests touched. The tasmanian devil's stomach grew tense as it felt the feline's tip dig into it as he restraint of the noose relaxed, just enough to allow Colt to breathe, though still with some effort. "There's no tricking. You of all people should know that. For many, the things they love to do to others, they in turn love to have done to themselves. You're a prime example. If you didn't truly want this, you would never have sucked my dick with such vigor like you did. Magic or otherwise.Just the same way all the women you molested never stopped fighting you, no matter how terrifying you were," Xavier said before removing his paw from Colt's chin, only to turn him around and push the devil face down onto the bed. "Though, if you don't wish to believe me, that is also fine, because it makes little difference to me."

Colt glared back at Xavier as he watched the sabertooth walk over to him. As he pulled his knees up under his stomach to help push himself up, the rope seemed to have come to life. The rope shot off Xavier's paw and curled around both of Colt's wrists, yanking them behind his back. A low growl escaped Colt's throat as his face hit the bed. He tried to resist, but no matter how much he struggled, he could feel his wrists press together. Glancing back, he could see the golden rope that connected to the noose from his neck had formed a straight line down his spine and around his paws. But when the rope wrapped around his tail, his pupils grew wide.

The devil wanted to cry out, but the spell inside his body stopped him from saying a single word. The rope grew tight, making his back arch and tail shoot upwards, showing off his pink pucker. "Mmmm now that's a surprise. I didn't think to see such a clean hole from a nasty little bandit like yourself. Saves me some work," Xavier said.

Two more golden ropes shot from Xavier's fingers, wrapping around the tasmanian devil's ankles as the sabercat got to his knees on the bed. Detaching the golden light from his claws, Xavier simply pointed to the bed's legs and the rope quickly went to work, curling around the support of the bedframe.

Once the coils tightened around the legs of the bedframe, the tasmanian devil could only fight in vain as his legs slowly spread open. Colt's chest was firmly planted into the bed and his ass was up in the air, leaving his hole exposed in front of Xavier.

Chuckling, the sabertooth slapped Colt's left ass cheek, making him sharply inhale as he tried to pull away to no avail. This was worse than anything he had expected the feline to do to him! Never in his life had be been this humiliated.

Colt didn't even think that anything he had done to the wenches he fucked was anywhere near this bad. At least when he raped them it was quick, fast, and over after twenty or so minutes. However, Xavier was purposefully dragging things out, making him feel more vulnerable than he had ever felt in his life. He wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh at how terrible a predicament he was in, or cry out in regret for all the wrongs he had done in his past.

A hot wisp of air brushed against the tasmanian devil's rear entrance, making him try to squirm away. Yet another crisp-sounding slap came across Colt's right cheek, this one harder than the last one. A soft whimper escaped the bandit as his back arched up more. Purring came from behind Colt, who felt his cock throb as if someone's paws had squeezed the base. When he looked back, he could see the tiger hadn't only grabbed his dick, but instead was stroking his feline shaft. The fur on the bandit's back rose at the realization that the spell that connected the two of them still hadn't vanished.

The tasmanian devil could see the twinkle of humor in the sabertooth's eyes as he spread aside one of Colt's cheeks. One moment, Colt felt the chill of the air against his asshole, and the next he felt a hot moist pressure against it. A loud moan escaped the tasmanian devil's throat as he turned around to see the feline's muzzle between his cheeks.

Colt had never had a feline ever give him head, or even kissed one, due to the fact that he knew how rough their tongues felt. Even when the others of the Blood Soak Devil told him how good their tongues felt on their shafts, he never once believed them. However, feeling the firm yet steady licks from Xavier's tongue against his asshole, he had to say that the guys weren't lying.

The tasmanian devil pushed back into the warm, wet tongue brushing around his rim. He felt his hole flex each time Xavier's tongue lapped his pucker, and shuddered when he suckled at the edge.

"Rrrph!" Colt jumped and gasped as he felt that massive tongue wedge into his hole. The devil bit into the sheets, using them to muffle his moans as Xavier teased and prodded his taint. Colt clenched his hole, but that only made the sabertooth force his maw harder between his cheeks with determination to shove his tongue deep inside Colt's anus.

This couldn't have been the first time Xavier had his face in another man's ass. The way he worked his tongue when he brushed it across Colt's tight asshole, and how he slipped it inside, made the tasmanian devil whimper in ways he never thought possible.

Colt's tongue lolled out of his muzzle as two arms wrapped around his hips, pulling him back into the slobbery kisses and light nips on his inner cheeks. "Mmm, mmmph!" His tail even wagged as his anal muscles started relaxing the more he felt the skilled tongue spreading apart his anus.

"Mmmm I guess devils do have a tasty hole," Xavier purred and brushed one of his tusks against Colt's entrance. Without thinking, Colt wiggled his hips back against the feline's muzzle. "And much more eager than you were before, too. I like."

"Fuck you," Colt panted and shivered into the bed.

Xavier snorted and pulled his paw away from Colt's ass cheek. A strange sense of yearning filled the tasmanian devil as he forced himself to look back and watch Xavier get onto his feet. Xavier spit on his paw and lathered it around his shaft, making the tasmanian's own dick feel that same silky saliva. His muscles grew taut as he felt the tip of the sabertooth's cock tip press against his asshole.

Colt felt torn while watching Xavier grab at his hips with one paw, the other directing his cock. A part of him wanted more than anything to just have Xavier kill him instead of fucking him like some woman. Yet, the other side of him, the one he never thought existed before tonight, wanted to see how it felt to have another man up inside him. To see how it felt to be spread open the same way he had done to so many women.

Colt gulped, his throat going dry because Xavier didn't move or say a thing. He didn't need to, because just one glance was all Colt needed to see that the sabertooth was giving him the final say in this matter. To let him push back on that thick rod or to suffer punishment that would be far worse than anything he could ever imagine.

His hole flexed against the prodding head and his body went rigid. If this was just a few hours ago, he would have sworn he'd have decided to end his life before having another man claim him. Yet, under that gaze, he hesitated.

Colt, one of the former pillars of the Blood Soaked Devils, a previous general of their kingdom, actually thought about submitting to another men.

His body relaxed as the head of his own cock began to leak with need to feel heat surround it. For that to happen, he had to let Xavier bury his shaft inside him.

Finally, biting his lower lip, he relaxed at the prodding from the sabertooth's cock and he pressed his hips back until his tailhole spread apart around the thick head.

The first thought that entered Colt was how this felt nowhere near as good as a tongue in his ass. A searing hot pain shot through Colt from the intrusion. The second thought was how the hell could someone be this thick?! Even in his mouth, Xavier's penis didn't feel this sout. Now inside his asshole, the sabertooth felt gigantic, especially the head. The further he pushed in, the more he notice that past the head, the rest of his shaft thinned down a bit.

Colt's body tensed up, as if trying to push out the intruder. But when Xavier's paws grabbed his hips and pushed further, he knew it wasn't going to happen.

If Colt hadn't been used to pain, he would have definitely yipped.

Thankfully, for some reason, Xavier was far more gentle than before. Slowly, he slid deeper inside of the tasmanian devil, stopping only when he heard Colt actually gasp.

"The more you relax the easier it'll be," Xavier said, rubbing Colt's hips.

Of course Colt knew that much! He tried to stay as still as possible, taking deep long breaths. The same way he done when he was back in military training so many years ago. Yet, pain made it hard for a man to think and relax, no matter how well trained they were. The surge of pain continued, up to the point where Colt could feel Xavier against his butt, leaving a burning sting.

He wouldn't have thought being fucked would hurt so damn much.

Xavier didn't try to move, or violently claim the tasmanian devil like Colt thought would happen. This made Colt breathe a sigh of relief as he tried to get use to feeling so...full.

It wasn't til he had finally relaxed around Xavier before he realized the way his own cock felt warm and tightly squeezed. It was different from the wet embrace of a woman's vagina squeezing around his base, but none the less, it still was amazing.

When Xavier started to pull out, the pain returned to a manageable degree. There was still a burn that made his body quake, and still the desire to pull away. However, because the tasmanian devil's own dick could still feel the same slick tight massage that Xavier felt while fucking him, it eased a lot of the pain. Almost to the point that Colt was pushing back when he felt Xavier almost pull all the way out.

"Ohhhh fuck, fuck, fuck," Colt panted and bit at the sweat-stained sheets. His body felt like it was doing two things at once. Being fucked while fucking a tight hole. Xavier thrusted back in, and the pain had already began to fade away, leaving his nerves tingling. Colt's back arched and he let out a whimper as the feline's hips met his ass cheeks with more force than before.

The sabertooth moaned lightly and Colt clenched right before the head popped out of him. "Oh, yes! Your ass feels so much better than your muzzle," Xavier growled, hot and heavily.

Colt's back arched involuntarily and his hips slammed back against Xavier. "Shut up already..." Colt said, practically whimpering. The burning sting was still there, however he was beginning to enjoy the way his hole stretched around the feline shaft.

The golden rope started to tighten on its own around his wrist, his ankles, his tail, and his neck. It made it slightly harder for him to breathe, yet he didn't mind it one bit. In fact, he had gotten used to feeling the restriction of his air passage, to the point that his cock throbbed and pressed hard against his stomach.

"Got fight in you still I see." Xavier's fingers dug into Colt's triceps. A cold smirk spiked across toothy lips as the feline dug his hips forward again, but with a lot more force.

Colt gasped and his eyes squeezed shut. "Though I wonder for how long you can keep it." A low throaty rumble came from behind as Xavier pulled out from inside of Colt, leaving him feeling empty. However, that didn't last long. Colt's ears splayed back as he felt the bed shift from Xavier stepping up on it, cradling his legs around the tasmanian devil's waist.

Angling his cock against the tasmanian's hole and lowering his hips, Xavier grabbed at Colt's bound wrist. Like before, there was a pause as the feline pressed that plump head against the devil's hole. However, unlike last time, he didn't wait for Colt. The sabertooth surged forward, driving his entire cock deep inside.

"Ngh!!" Colt growled. Hell, here he had thought that Xavier was deep in him before!

There was no mercy from Xavier this time. Each and every thrust slammed against the devil's ass like a rutting bull, shoving Colt deep into the bed. Colt's anal muscles tightened around that steel rod of a cock, and his hips wiggled back into every thrust.

Fuck the pain, fuck the shame. Colt lost himself between the satisfying fulfilling nerve-wracking tingle he got when the feline's hips met his own back, and the way his cock was able to feel what Xavier felt while plowing him.

He didn't even touch himself once through the entire thing as his cock was left unused and unattended. Yet, still he felt himself edging closer and closer to busting his load all over the bed.

"Mphm!" Colt bit his bottom lip as Xavier pulled him back into the powerful rhythm. Those oversize feline balls slapped up against his vulnerable ass, making a loud sloppy beat that followed the range of motion of Xavier's hips.

Xavier's fingers dug into Colt's wrist and yanked Colt's chest off the bed. Whimpering, Colt could feel Xavier's hot breath against his ear and smell his scent even more vividly than he could before. The sabertooth must have been as sweaty as Colt felt, because his musk was so strong now that the devil could nearly choke on it.

"Mmf, yes! Love how snug you feel around my cock!" Xavier's words licked against Colt's ears, making him shudder. Adjusting himself, Xavier still kept himself inside of Colt but he brought his knees to the bed. Colt felt his neck snap back from Xavier grabbing hold of the magical rope just an inch away from the noose.

A soft whimper broke past Colt's lips as he was tugged down onto the feline's lap. His breathing grew shallow as the noose was making it harder for him to breathe. Although he wanted to ask Xavier to ease up, it was hard enough to breathe, let alone speak..

"Please..." Colt coughed and struggled back into the tiger's hips. His lungs were burning so much that he barely felt the prick of one of Xavier's tusks dig into his shoulder. At this point he felt like he was going to pass out any second.

Still, the sabertooth ignored his pleas and ground up against the devil's rump. Colt wasn't sure what happened, but the tip of Xavier's cock pressed a spot that seemed to send lightning through him, awaking every nerve in his body. Even as small lights appeared in his eyes, he didn't complain any more. Instead, he worked his hips back into the sabertooth's thrust.

A low, guttural moan exploded from Xavier at the change of pace. Colt could naturally feel the feline's body growing taut and the cock throbbing deep inside of his ass. His own cock also throbbed painfully as it bounced up and down against his stomach. When Xavier got close, so did Colt.

His climax relied on Xavier's and he could tell the sabertooth was trying his hardest not to cum just yet.

Not that Colt was going to allow Xavier to hold back. Gasping harder for air, he impaled his ass back on that steel rod, burying it hilt-deep in himself. A piercing howl escaped both of them as Xavier's teeth dug deeper into Colt's shoulder. His entire body quaked as his thrusts became short and heavy.

The tasmanian devil couldn't stop shaking as his balls drew up and he came so hard that his own seed shot him right in the face. He felt dizzy and weaker than he had ever been when he had cum. Never in his life had he shot so hard that he nearly blinded himself.

A prick of pain went across Colt's neck as the golden light began to fade. It took the tasmanian devil's body a second to catch, and he drew in a sharp breath of air. The room, which had started to lose its glow even when the light had been at its brightest, had became so dark and quiet. Taking one more shuddering breath, Colt could only feel the leaking warmth coming from his ass and the steaming hot chest pressing against his back until he finally drifted asleep.

Red Brick Tavern was normally bustling with life and laughter during the night-time, however during the morning it was a completely different atmosphere. Most guests had either left during the night, at the crack of dawn, or would sleep in till noon, when they'd make their way into town. So apart from the the staff, there wasn't a soul downstairs at nine in the morning.

Nicholas was currently wiping down the tables until he heard the sound of steps coming from the stairwell. Looking up, his eyes grew wide and the cloth in his hand dropped. "What...the hell is this?"

A soft snort came from Xavier as he waved his paw at the question thrown at him. The afterglow from the previous night was still evident on his face as he smiled at the owner of the establishment. "Nothing. Really. I just was handling the notice that was given to the court. Like you asked." He smiled and gave tug on a golden rope.

Colt coughed and stumbled down the stairs. The damn golden rope was back around his neck and his wrists as he looked like some prisoner of war. A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he glared at Nicholas. "So you're the one that ratted me out? Best hope I don't get free from this else you won't be able to sleep at night."

Nicholas's bottom lip trembled in disbelief. For a moment he looked like he was struggling to find the words to say before looking at Xavier. "You're...a mage?"

The feline shrugged and simply started walking past the stallion as if he didn't hear a thing, dragging Colt along behind him. "Wait! Sir!" Xavier stopped and so did Colt. Looking back they saw Nicholas on his knees, his head to the floor. "Truly, thank you and the court so much! I did not think anyone cared about these bandits! I hope you can take care of the rest of his kind and free me and my clients from this nightmare!"

Xavier smiled before pushing open the door. "Don't worry. That's all been taken care of," was the last thing he said before walking out.

Colt's shoulders were hanging low as he followed close behind the sabertooth tiger. His ears perked at the last statement he made to Nicholas. "Wait, what do you mean about taken care of?"

Xavier looked at Colt. "I guess you didn't remember what I said last night about your leader's last words. I took care of the stragglers of your gang and the Nightmare Troop. Neither one of them will be ruling over this area any longer."

Colt felt every hair on his body stand on end as he stayed quiet. Though, after walking for a few minutes, Colt finally built up the courage to ask, "So what will you be doing with me?"

Xavier faltered for a moment before he continued on. "Normally I'd hand you to the court to have your head lopped off for betraying your brothers in arms. However...it's been awhile since I found someone I captured to be so willing and obedient. So I'll give you a choice. As a magi from the first squad, I may have any slave I desire, whether they be criminals, or even the son of a rebellious noble. If I ask it, you'll be free to serve me without dying. Though I am sure you'll also know what that'll entail." Xavier's voice grew firm and slow like his steps.

Colt's mouth opened, but no words came out. He was torn about what happened last night. There was no denying that he enjoyed it, being forced to bend to someone else's whim. To serve and become another's bitch, the same way he made most of his victims.

But, if he found himself having second thoughts about him being with another man, it'll be too late. He'd already be the feline's servant, which meant Xavier could do whatever he wanted to do to Colt because the tasmanian was his property.

The idea terrified him, yet weirdly enough excited him at the same time.

Xavier didn't say anything at all as he kept leading Colt along towards the city. Like last night, he was giving Colt the chance to decide, to either submit and obey, or to rebel and suffer the ultimate punishment.

Taking a deep breath, Colt looked at the feline's back. "I'm willing...master."

A low chuckle came from the sabertooth as the two of them walked off without saying another word.