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The Power of Love

II - Assignments

The Power of Love by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent. Feel free to e-mail me or comment below!!

This is part of a story series, but I must warn you that there are no real 'chapters' to this series. Instead, I am simply writing with the Carthani world as a central theme.

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Stretching up on his tip-toes, Fane carefully tilted a glass beaker over the wide, shallow bowl being supported by four groaning slaves. The bowl itself wasn't very large, but considering the fact that it was made of solid marble, it was fairly heavy. Eyes narrowed in concentration, Fane held his breath as a single drop of silvery liquid fell from the lip of the beaker. Around him, slaves braced for one of the magician's epic failures, bracing themselves against anything that could be found.

To the eternal shock and surprise of all, no explosions were forthcoming.

Instead, as soon as the silvery liquid hit the contents of the bowl, a soft, pinkish mist hissed into existence, floating upwards and spreading across the room like a cloud of fog. Fane, absently fingering the golden medallion beneath his gaudy robes â€" they were lime green, today â€" carefully watched his slaves for any reaction, and grinned widely when each and every one of them gasped, suddenly afflicted with the need to mate â€" as evidenced by a series of almost-instant erections.

"Excellent!" He crowed, swinging out one paw, and narrowly avoiding upsetting the slaves still holding the marble bowl. "One step closer to figuring out the secret to that pretty unicorn's so-called magic!" Off to one side, staring absently at his own arousal, the ever-present Minky sighed. His master had become obsessed with the task set on him by the Emperor â€" to the extent that the rest of his ‘experiments' had gone unheeded for days, now. Not surprisingly, the task of maintaining those experiments had fallen to Minky, who though he had no magical talent whatsoever, was still able to help his master in a variety of ways.

"Master, I need to leave you for a time. The krekana need to be fed before they start destroying their holding cell." He called, shifting his bulk in an effort to try and gain the ferret's attention. As per usual, all he received was an absent wave of one jewel-encrusted paw. "Yes, yes, Minky. Do whatever it is you need to do." Minky bowed, swallowing a sigh of relief that he would escape his master's current obsession for a time, and turned towards the door. He had one paw fixed firmly around the handle, and was about to make his escape when Fane's shrill voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Minky! Don't forget to check on the unicorn, too! I want notations on his status." The ferret snapped, eyes blazing with a fervent light as he glanced over at the feline. Minky checked yet another sigh, and only nodded, muttering something appropriate before he made his escape. Gods, he hated checking in on that blasted unicorn!! His master might be immune to the effects of the creature's magic, but Minky wasn't! It was always a trial to get out of the room before he did something ... unexpected. First, though, came the krekana, which was a rather vicious sort of plant life, enhanced magically, that required raw meat three times a week as a part of it's diet. Sighing, Minky lumbered down the corridors, trying to think of something that would give him the opportunity to avoid checking on Uriel.

~*~

An hour later, Minky closed the heavy oak door behind him, leaving the blood-sated krekana behind with a shudder. He had no idea why Fane wanted to keep the thing alive, but he was fairly sure he would find out one of these days. As he made his way through the palace towards the treasury, he allowed himself the sigh that he had kept pent up. He had yet to think of a good enough reason to avoid visiting the unicorn, and so was on his way to get ‘notations on his status'.

The guards at the entrance to the treasury nodded pleasantly at him as he passed them by â€" they had seen him enough times over the past weeks to fairly well ignore his presence. He, Fane, and the Emperor were the only furs that could pass through into the treasury without challenge, so far. He returned their nods, walking past them and through the seemingly endless vaults of wealth, resigned to the fact that he would have to get some sort of information for his master â€" something better than ‘the unicorn is the same', anyhow. Which meant he would have to touch the creature. Ugh.

Silvery chains rattled as Uriel's head lifted, the unicorn's weary gaze tracking Minky as he stepped into the bare vault chamber, wishing that he were anywhere else but here. The equine grinned weakly, a flash of pearly white teeth, before speaking in a voice so smooth and musical that it made the feline's spine tingle. "Come to see me again, lover? I would've thought our master could take some time out of his busy schedule." Minky scowled, glowering at the unicorn, but to no effect.

"Just you be quiet, unicorn." He muttered, walking towards Uriel, trying very hard not to show how much he abhorred this particular task. With each step, the tendrils of seduction that the unicorn wove without thinking about it sank deeper and deeper into Minky's consciousness, and by the time he was close enough to reach out and grab the unicorn's horn, the poor feline was fully aroused, half-lulled into the equine's spell.

"You just hold still while I do my job here, unicorn, and we'll be just peachy." He muttered, deftly running his paws across the unicorn's body â€" it wasn't a sexual act -- part of his job was to check that none of the guards had ‘visited' the unicorn for a little fun of their own. It had happened once before â€" that guard was currently decorating the pikes at the palace gates â€" and now someone had to check the unicorn daily. Most of the time, that someone was Minky.

"Aw, come on, Minky." The unicorn whispered, writhing against the feline's large, clumsy paws. "Just one little kiss can't hurt anything." Minky looked up, glaring at Uriel's pink-tinged gaze, and dropped one paw between the equine's legs, grasping the dragon-scribed cylinder that was still fastened securely around the unicorn's prick. "Oh really? I think it might hurt you a little, mister. Now hush, and let me finish this up so we can go back to our respective lives." Not that Uriel had much of a life, chained to a wall in the Emperor's vault, but that wasn't really Minky's concern.

Undaunted, the unicorn grinned at Minky, still writhing suggestively. "But you have the key, pretty kitty." Uriel crooned, his eyes glowing brightly in comparison to the pink fog that surrounded them both. Minky shook his head, as if to shake off the spell that the equine was wrapping around him, shuddering with the effort to control himself. He did have the key â€" one of his ‘tasks' was to arouse the unicorn enough to cause him pain, to monitor how long it took each day. Fane was adamant that, if he could cause the unicorn to lose the ability to become aroused, the creature's magical talent would ‘break'. Minky doubted his master's scheme severely, but never said a word of dissent. Instead, he was stuck with the task of arousing Uriel on an almost-daily basis.

Paws shaking, Minky drew a breath and stepped back from the unicorn, trying to distance himself from the allure, from the idea of unlocking the golden barrier in between Uriel's member and himself. It was too tempting, what with all those seduction tendrils floating around, and though Minky had the willpower of a mountain, even mountains wore down with time. "Stop it, damn you." He snarled, shuffling back another few steps. Uriel only smiled, continued to squirm suggestively, and let his magic engulf the room, knowing as well as Minky did what his ‘duties' were.

Shuddering, and trying to ignore the voice inside his mind that was shrieking warnings, Minky stepped back towards Uriel, reaching out to capture his horn with one paw while cupping the unicorn's muzzle with the other. Gently, seduction battling with revulsion, the feline pressed his lips to the unicorns', slid his tongue into Uriel's greedy mouth. Groaning, locked together as if they were drowning, the two furs kissed with a passion that was born from magic. After an eternity, Minky pulled himself back, forcing his mind to focus, and glanced down involuntarily. His member was rock-hard and dripping precum all over the unicorn's fur. But the golden cylinder hadn't moved an inch, and the unicorn hadn't made any noises to indicate pain.

"Take it off, pretty kitty." The unicorn crooned, licking at Minky's face with his long, silvery tongue. "Take it off and I'll make you soooo happy." Uriel was still writhing suggestively, rubbing any part of his body that he could up against the cat, and Minky was having an incredibly difficult time resisting. With a groan that was part moan, the feline leaned back into the unicorn's embrace, knowing that he had to get the creature aroused if he didn't want to possibly be fed to the krekana for his failure.

Uriel, his eyes sparkling with amusement, watched poor Minky fall further and further into his spells, and wondered how many more days it would be before he could convince the feline to unchain him from the wall. He couldn't remove the chains himself â€" they were dragon-forged, and burned horribly when he tried to touch them. But a normal fur could unhook the chains as if they were regular old steel. The first step, though, was to get the cat to take that bloody ... thing ... off his prick. It was taking everything he had to fight down arousal â€" the cat was rather pretty, in an enormous sort of way. And he kissed damn good.

So Uriel did his best to arouse the feline beyond measure, wrapping his seduction spells so tightly around Minky's aura that it was nearly impossible to tell the difference between the spells and reality. Usually, the feline's aura was a deep, earthy brown color. At the moment, it was so suffused with Uriel's sorcery that it practically glowed pink, and was throbbing in response to the feline's need. Just a little more. The unicorn thought, and reached for Minky with his magic again, whipping at the cat's aura without a shred of remorse.

Minky found himself staring at the golden cylinder wrapped around Uriel's member, shuddering and whimpering, fighting with himself. The unicorn was still rubbing against him, and his own prick was so soaked with precum it was a wonder he wasn't drowning them both in it. Head bowed, he shivered at every caress, and was barely able to understand the murmured promises that the unicorn was making. The cylinder hadn't so much as twitched, though, and the deeply-ingrained sense of duty he had cultivated over the years tugged at him to obey his master. So he responded, humping desperately at the unicorn's flanks in an attempt to arouse the creature, moaning softly into the silken white fur that covered Uriel's body, feeling like he was drowning.

"Please, Minky, my pretty kitty. Take it off. I'll do whatever you want." The unicorn whispered, even as he rubbed his body hard against the feline's engorged prick, grinding up against Minky's pelvis relentlessly. Eyes slitted, Uriel took note of every reaction that his spells were forcing from the feline â€" who likely would have had nothing to do with him otherwise â€" and smirked mentally. Unlike that stupid ferret, he could control this pathetic specimen; all he had to do was put some effort into it.

Slowly, Uriel lowered his body until his muzzle was level with the feline's thighs, nuzzling gently at the cat's erection, lapping his tongue over the thick, blood-filled tip. He tasted pre-cum, and though it wasn't his favorite flavor in the world, he licked as if it were, stroking Minky's prick with long, lazy motions of his tongue. After a few moments, he felt the feline's large paw drop between his ears, and smiled inwardly as his snout was mashed against the oozing tip of that cock, before opening his mouth to accept it as greedily as he had accepted Minky's kiss.

Minky groaned in pleasure, barely aware of the fact that his claws were digging into Uriel's skull. Once the unicorn had started licking, there was no going back, and the cat knew that this was probably the day he was going to do something stupid. He didn't care, though, it felt too damn good, and he couldn't help but to thrust his hips forwards jerkily, forcing his member further down the equine's throat.

Uriel took it all in stride, gobbling down the feline's prick as if it were his favorite treat, moaning around it, licking and teasing. His eyes were open, though, and he watched very carefully while Minky proceeded to fuck his muzzle, waiting for the perfect moment ... ah! There it was! Just as the feline's testes started to writhe, the unicorn jerked his muzzle back, ignoring the burning lines of pain from Minky's claws as he did so. Above him, the cat shuddered, moaning, as Uriel regained his feet carefully, pressing against Minky's large frame.

"You don't want to hurt me do you, pretty kitty?" He crooned, rubbing mercilessly against Minky, both magically and physically. "If I keep going, I won't be able to help it, and..." He shrugged, pulling away from the feline, who reached for him without seeming to realize what he was doing. Inwardly, Uriel cackled. "No!" It was a hoarse denial, torn from Minky's throat. "Just...just wait." And Uriel waited, forcing himself to appear bereft and wilting despite the wild cackles of glee that echoed through his mind.

Fumbling, cursing, the overwrought cat dug out the slim golden key, paws trembling so badly that he was barely able to fit it into the lock. With a wrench, he turned it, and the two halves of the dragon cylinder fell away, clanking against the floor dully. With a sigh of pleasure, Uriel allowed his prick to harden, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he did so. Gods, I wouldn't have lasted much longer. And that fucking cylinder hurt like a bitch.

He opened his mouth, ostensibly to goad the cat some more, but found himself being shoved backwards until his shoulders hit the wall. He could see the effects that his magic was having on the feline, but he had never seen streaks of red through the pink before. What was going on? Frowning, he barely noticed as Minky turned him around, pushing his chest against the wall. He was still trying to figure out what had gone wrong with his spell when he felt the feline's member force it's way into him, making him gasp in shock and pain.

Uriel tried very hard to say something, anything, to slow the cat down, but he couldn't seem to catch the breath of air required for speaking. Instead, it was driven from his lungs repeatedly as Minky fucked him, pinning him in place with size alone, driving his prick into the unicorn's tail-hole with a single-minded determination.

"F-fuck." Minky groaned, still thrusting, as Uriel squirmed, realizing that the pleasure with which this had all started was quickly turning to pain. Each renewed thrust burned, and it was all he could do not to shriek. Relentlessly, the feline pounded into him, ignoring any efforts that Uriel made to shift his position, or move at all. Claws dug in, scoring the unicorn's pristine fur, as Minky came to the verge of climax, grunting and panting. At the last moment, he yanked himself out of the unicorn, and then turned him around roughly.

Uriel went from being raped from behind to having his muzzle stretched in less than three seconds, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it. Apparently, Minky didn't want to seed him, but was plenty willing to force the unicorn to gag his cum down. And Uriel did gag, unaccustomed to the abuse on his throat, gagged and choked, but was unable to resist the awful strength of the cat, who held the back of his head in a vice-like grip as he shuddered, stiffened, and came into the unicorn's maw.

In the end, dazed, Uriel finally realized what the red streaks in Minky's aura had been. Anger. It was rare that his spells allowed any emotion he didn't compel to slip through, but it happened. Must have pushed him too hard, too fast. He thought, reflecting on the situation as he slowly licked the cat's prick clean. True, the rape had hurt him â€" he would have to focus some of his energies healing the cuts and tears that had been inflicted on and in his body. But he wasn't afraid of Minky â€" after all, the cat had been fully under the effect of his spell. There was no dragon amulet this time.

His thoughts were shattered by the feel of something cool pressing against his prick, which was still engorged with blood. He looked down, and had only an instant to register the gold, dragon-scribed cylinder before the barbs dug in.

Carefully, as the effects of Uriel's spell wore off, Minky recorded the length of the unicorn's screams, and how long it took before the equine was unable to scream anymore. He also recorded how long the erection lasted, and how long it took before it faded enough to provide the unicorn with some relief from pain.

At the bottom of the paper, in his cramped hand, he scrawled an extra little note:

Had to take the gold off before he would get aroused, under influence of magic but still able to trick him. Was a pleasant little visit after all, should experience influence of unicorn magic at least once before using protection.

Heh. Seems like Uriel just can't win, spell or no spell. I figured it was poor, tortured Minky's turn to get some ass. Hope you liked it!!

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