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"And how about 'A Guide to Mystical Drafts and Potions?' I'm sure it's not part of your expertise, my prince, but I think you may find it of interest nonetheless..."

I yawn exasperatedly on the bed, lying there lazily while my legs dangle off the side. My life as a prince is a tiresome one. I had spent about half the day in meetings with my father the King, though I often complain that they aren't necessary. He keeps saying that it's important to "understand the duties of a king for when I eventually take the throne." Ugh. If I had a gold piece for every time I heard that one...

But it's fine. Honestly, it is. A bit more _involved_than I'd like it, yes, but that's a reality I've gotten used to. It is what it is.

And now I'm watching that cute fox mage arrange my bookshelf like a mother fusses over her cooking. "Runil, it's fine. It's not as if I don't have access to any book I want."

The fox looks up, ears flicking adorably. "Are you sure? I have plenty more in my study if you -"

"Really, it's okay. I do appreciate the help, but I am rather tired at the moment and could use some sleep." Spreading my legs a little suggestively, I wink. "You can make it up to me later, if you want."

Runil blushes cutely and backs away. "I-I hehe...goodnight, my prince." He leaves my quarters and shuts the door behind him, leaving me to chuckle in his wake. Ever since that little "favor" in the wizards' study, the fox has been a bit sheepish around me.

After he leaves, I stand and stretch, all five and a half feet of wolfdog reaching its full height. I'm not that tall, but that doesn't bother me either. You can't have everything you want. I light a few candles and prepare to put out the lantern when a cold breeze sweeps through the room. I shiver. Glancing outside, the night is clear and still as ever. That's odd. The window is closed and it's not even windy out. Perhaps I imagined it.

Whoosh. There it is again, this time putting out the candles I had just lit. I get the feeling of being watched, so I turn around. And nearly jump out of my fur.

"Who in the blazes are you?! Leave my quarters at once!" I snarl.

Before me stands a hyena dressed in dark common clothes. He grins mischievously. "You don't recognize me, Prince Atreyu? I'm offended."

"I most certainly do not!" I grab the first thing I find, a heavy book Runil had left. "I said leave!" Gripping with both paws, I swat at the stranger. He sighs.

"Pathetic." The hyena waves a paw and the book is flung across the room out of reach.

Desperately, I shout for help. "Guards! There is an intruder in my quarters!"

"Oh don't bother, they can't hear you," says the hyena impassively. "They're all taking a nice long nap right now. It's just you and me."

I frantically search for an escape. There is none. "Why have you broken into my quarters? Why are you here?"

"My dear little wolfie...you know who I am. As for why I'm here..." The hyena grins impossibly wider. "I'm here to collect my debt."

The hyena thrusts a paw forward and I am sent tumbling back onto the bed by some unseen force. Four lengths of rope appear to wrap around my limbs and bind me spread-eagled on the mattress. The stranger snaps his fingers and I feel a light breeze against by body. Looking down, I realize with a start that I am now naked.

The hyena crawls onto the bed on top of me, also stripped of his clothing. His slender body is toned with some muscle, but still smaller than I.

"Been enjoying your life of luxury a little too much I see," he giggles, poking at my slightly pudgy stomach. I growl, and he frowns. "You really don't remember, do you?" When I only glare at him, the hyena huffs. "Then allow me to jog your memory." Before I can react, he presses two fingers to my skull and I black out.

.............................

The hyena grinned at me from his seat at our little table. The tavern around us was loud as usual, ensuring that our conversation would remain unheard.

"So you're saying you can make me a prince?" I demanded. When the hyena had first approached me on the streets, he seemed suspicious. But I had nothing but a few copper and a bed of leaves to my name. I had nothing to lose. "But how? With magic?"

The hyena clicked two fingers and a tiny flame appeared on a claw. My eyes went wide as the flame went out again. "You can do magic! What else can you do?"

"Anything you want."

I smiled, but then frowned as something occurred to me. "What's the catch?"

The hyena smirked. "You're a smart one, I see. I can grant you what you want, but under one condition."

"What?"

"Ten years from now we will meet again, and I will ask for a little favor," the hyena explained. "And you must comply no matter the request."

"Anything," I said immediately. "I have nothing to lose. Anything at all."

The hyena was pleased. "Good. Now, all you have to do..." He pulled out some parchment and produced a jet-black quill out of thin air. "...is sign here."

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I stare mortified at the hyena above me, and he grins. "There it is. The look of utter horror I was waiting for."

"What is it you want? Gold? I've got thousands of it," I plead as I struggle weakly. "Just let me go!"

My captor scoffs. "I don't need your gold. If I wanted it, I'd have just taken it from you. No, what I want is a little more..." He inches backward and arches his butt against my exposed cock. "...personal."

I grit my teeth and close my eyes. Somehow during my recollection, my cock has already grown hard. And the sensation of the hyena's firm butt grinding against my length makes it harder to contain my arousal.

"You must comply, as per the contract," the hyena states before his weight disappears off my body. I feel puffs of warm air on my cock. "Not that I'm giving you a choice."

Something warm and wet encloses around my member, and I suppress a groan. I don't know why, but I'm holding back. Even as two fingers begin to tease my knot, I'm doing my best to get driven to the edge. Something tells me that whatever happens, I don't want to let him make me cum.

I open my eyes and look down. The hyena is blowing my cock and has placed both paws on my hips to keep me from humping upwards into his maw. Somehow the restriction only arouses me further. The teasing of my knot continues even though his paws are occupied. But how? He can do magic after all; he must be using it to get me off!

The hyena is watching me now, eyes directed at me while expertly deepthroating my cock. He sees my resistance and smirks. Startlingly, his eyes begin to glow green as the stimulation of my rod triples in intensity.

I stifle a gasp and my heart sinks. It's no use. I'm going to cum and we both know it.

"Noooo..." I hiss through gritted teeth as I feel myself hurtling off the edge. Just before I erupt, the hyena lifts off my cock and begin to jack it while muttering some strange words. As I cum, something strange happens. Just after each rope of semen escapes my shaft, they disappear into nothing. Two, three, four shots, and I'm out.

Grinning victoriously, the hyena gets off the bed and with another snap of his fingers, is clothed again. This time, however, he wears a dark robe adorned with skulls and trinkets. He retrieves something from a pocket. A small vial filled with a white substance.

Lifting the vial for me to see, he says, "A pleasure doing business with you, Prince Atreyu."

My eyes go wide. "You're a warlock!"

The hyena winks. "Always the smart one." He pulls out a shard of inky black glass and traces an intricate design on its surface. Then he speaks to the shard. "Master, it's me. I've retrieved the last ingredient." He looks up and smirks at me. "The essence of a fool."

My ears go down in shame. Have I just helped him complete some nefarious ritual?

The hyena keeps responding to someone I cannot hear. "Oh, don't worry about him. He knows that if he speaks about this to anyone, he'll regret it. Yes...of course, Lucifer."

My heart skips a beat. Lucifer?!

"Yes, I will return shortly. I can carry out the next contract with him in a moment's notice. Once the ritual is complete, I will do so." The warlock stows the glass and the vial, turning to me. "Enjoy your leisure while you can, little prince. I am sure we will meet again soon." I blink, and he has gone.

Though I am now unbound, I lay there unmoving. That name makes my blood run cold. Lucifer.

"What have I done?"