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“This isn’t enough? Come on, you’re being unfair,” said Ragatz Botblast, an engineer of the Iron Legion. The Charr was used to being taken advantage of at times by his peers--he was on the smaller end of being a Charr, and a bit soft spoken at times besides. But this was too steep for even him to just roll over and accept. He stood up from his seat and slammed his paw on the table with a dull thud.

“Surely 100 gold is enough for these plans!” He was trying to sound outraged, because he was, but the unflinching gaze of the Charr across the table was nevertheless throwing him off, making him sound small.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong,” he said, already giving ground as the mesmer’s smirk made him shiver, “It’s a nice weapon, but it’s not anything that special.”

For a while, no one said anything. Ragatz was afraid that speaking any more would hurt his position, and who knows what Sybil Sleeptongue was thinking--something Ragatz did not like one bit. Sure, the engineer did just meet this man for the first time a half an hour ago, but he couldn’t read the other Charr at all, and he didn’t think he was that bad a judge of character. Yet here he sat, completely nonplussed.

Ragatz almost jumped when Sybil’s soft chuckle filled the tent, the robed Charr leaning forward. His muzzle was getting extraordinarily close to Ragatz’s hunched over snout.

“My dear friend,” Sybil said, eyelids barely holding themselves up at half mast. There was one thing at least that Ragatz knew about his new supplier: he lived up to his warband name very well. He seemed half-awake at all times, every word spoken with a soft, tiring--that is to say tired, tone. He also seemed completely detached from every exchange they had, which was annoying. Even now, with their faces this close, he wasn’t looking into Ragatz’s eyes, but to the left. Which Ragatz was eager to correct, because unlikely as it was to work, he wanted to do something to get the Charr’s undivided attention; maybe that was it. He leaned his head to the left, and the other Charr looked away in a flash, still speaking in that far-off, disinterested tone.

“I never said I wanted more gold. I simply said ‘this payment won’t do.’ No need to get so fired up.”

“Now you’re just being confusing,” Ragatz mumbled angrily. He was getting sick, maybe so sick he’d actually do something, of the other’s meandering language. Ragatz moved his head quickly to the right, but Sybil was already leaning back in his chair again, his gaze unreachable. Not even close.

“Mmmmm, I can make it easy for you, if you like.”

“Whatever gets me those plans the fastest,” Ragatz said with a beleaguered sigh. He had to restrain himself from going all the way and rolling his eyes.

“Fine fine, I’ve played with you long enough,” Sybil said cryptically, standing from his chair. He made his way slowly around the desk towards Ragatz, still managing to never look at him the entire time. Ragatz subconsciously moved his head, doing all he could to initiate eye contact with this prick.

“Have you noticed that you’ve been trying to look me in the eyes all this time?” Sybil asked, and Ragatz had to keep himself from growling. His toned-down, indignant snort seemed to answer the question well enough, and Sybil laughed in a musical way. He was standing directly in front of Ragatz now. Even being a runt, Sybil didn’t seem much taller than Ragatz was. But still, this close, the mesmer’s height was insurmountable. At least looking at him was, with the way Sybil was shielding his gaze with his big snout.

“It’s because you’re already mine,” the mesmer said bluntly. The words took a moment to hit Ragatz. Even when they did, he had no idea what they meant. And the only explanation Sybil seemed to be offering with a haughty smile. Though it took so much more willpower to do so than Ragatz could have ever imagined, he stopped trying to catch the other’s gaze and spoke, in strained sentences.

“What. Come on… What are you, nnnghr, talking about!” Sybil now had to use his paw to keep Ragatz away, who cared not for boundaries anymore. He was going to get this Charr’s attention if he had to force him, no more games! He reached up, grabbing at the tip of Sybil’s snout. A brief struggle ensued, but to Ragatz’s surprise he overpowered the other Charr with ease, and yanked Sybil down until their snouts touched. Ragatz gasped.

“I’ve hypnotized you,” the mesmer said. But Ragatz could not hear. Or maybe he did, but it didn’t matter. He was too focused on the other’s gaze.

Sybil’s eyes did not swirl, or strobe, or anything of the sort. Ragatz could swear there was a bit of a glimmer to them, but perhaps that was just the air in the tent. Everything had a shimmery haze to it… it did not matter. They were the most beautiful eyes the engineer had ever seen--no, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, period. He could look at them forever, and if Sybil did not move, he might have. Thankfully, the mesmer’s gaze did not stray, even as his taunting went right over Ragatz’s head.

“That’s a good boy. You haven’t noticed my glamour weaving its way through your ears, in your breath, wrapping around your brain this whole time. And now it’s too late. Such a silly boy, such easy prey.” He gave Ragatz a soft slap on the cheek, and giggled when the mesmerized Charr did not even flinch.

“You know, I think I want a good look at you.”

Sybil suddenly stepped to the side, and he was out of Ragatz’s gaze so quickly the stupefied Charr could not react in time. Lucidity started to flood back into Ragatz’s brain, even as he looked around in confusion, trying to find the other Charr.

"Where are you, what’s goin o-”

“Shhhhhh.” The air seemed to shimmer for a moment, and there Sybil was again, standing directly in front of the engineer as he had been before. Staring into his eyes, grasping his chin. The overpowering charisma that the mesmer exuded before began to wash over the engineer again, and his mind fogged with that shimmery haze of color. He flinched for a moment in surprise as he was grabbed from behind, but a smile and a “Shhh” from Sybil’s clone was more than enough to bring a big dopey smile back to Ragatz’s muzzle.

As Sybil’s clone kept the engineer’s gaze forward, the real mesmer began to check out the body of his prey. An approving cluck and nod here, a grope there, a lick up the neck over yonder… It sure was fun to watch the entranced Charr’s slow, but no less pronounced, reactions. Still, Sybil was starting to get rather impatient himself, and wasted no time before taking the next step. He began to unbuckle Ragatz’s coat, revealing his captive’s furry front and back.

The heavy leather slid off of his short fur with ease, making a loud thud and jangle as it hit the floor. Something sounded like it might have broken, but Ragatz did not even hear the sound. He only heard what he had been hearing for the last half an hour--Sybil’s voice, Sybil’s commands. The real Sybil was distracted by exploring Ragatz’s slowly unveiling body, so his illusions picked up the slack at the moment. Words that dripped with all the soothing sweetness of warm honey threaded through the engineer’s ears. He could swear he saw the words sometimes, the important words at least.

“Relax”

“Enjoy”

“Obey”

But whenever he would blink and shake his head lightly, only Sybil’s eyes were there to look into, and the words were forgotten by what was left of Ragatz’s conscious mind. Faster and faster would Ragatz’s confusion dissipate, until the words would no longer cause him to flinch at all. Colorful commands danced before his vision, embedding themselves in his brain. All he could do was smile.

While Ragatz danced to the tune of Sybil’s clones, the mesmer himself was having a delightful time with his mostly limp body. After the coat was removed (with some subsequent nipple groping, neck biting, that kind of thing), the lower body came next. The belt was undone with a flash and soon Ragatz’s thick pants were sliding down as well--all that remained between Sybil and his prize a large thong. The mesmer could not help but chuckle. He didn’t know why so many engineers felt it so important to completely cover their junk and forgo a lion cloth like the rest of the Charr, but he was growing to appreciate it. After all, it was making the massive erection Ragatz had all the more obvious.

“If I didn’t know any better,” Sybil said, his voice hot in Ragatz’s ear, “I’d say you like being dominated like this.”

Ragatz did not react--he was done for. His world was nothing but color and warmth, swirling around him, with the mesmer as the source. Even if that survival instinct was yelling in distress louder than ever, the Charr did not care. He never wanted these feelings to end.

Sybil reveled in twitches and throbs he was eliciting from the hypnotized Charr. His thong was pulled down, and his member bounced freely, already dripping with pre from the mental stimulation. Sybil was suddenly struck with the question of just how obedient his new toy was, so he decided to ask it.

“Cum boy,” he hissed into Ragatz’s ear.

Sybil was not disappointed. As soon as his command reached Ragatz’s brain, the muscles in his groin began to tighten. His balls churned, and great jets of cum began to shoot forth. Seeing such an impressive sight caused Sybil to be quite aroused himself, so it was a good thing he had taken off his clothes long before his prey arrived--he was already hotdogging the engineer’s bare ass with a dripping erection, watching Ragatz make a mess of his floor.

“Stop my pet.”

Ragatz gasped, and the ejaculation came to a sudden halt. Though he was certainly not done cumming, Sybil commanded, and he obeyed. Ragatz was still quite out of it--the intense stimulation from both the hypnosis and the orgasm had him reeling, but the sudden stop nevertheless shook him from his reverie. Too bad the worried, hurried voice of self-preservation inside him had already been silenced with a gentle scratch behind his ears.

“Good boy,” Sybil said, unable to keep the hunger from his tone any longer. Without any difficulty he pushed Ragatz’s chair out of the way and just dropped the dazzled engineer right on top of his desk. Both his mouth and his dick drooled upon it, which Sybil did notice, and he licked his lips at the sight of it.

Ragatz giggled like an idiot as smooth paw digits began to tease at his pucker. They made a big show of teasing and swirling around as if to untense the engineer, but in reality when he finally pushed them in they penetrated with ease. Ragatz was far too numbed by the mesmer’s venom to have any tension left in his body. After a quick inspection, the paw digits pulled away, and Ragatz’s cock jumped and dribbled with anticipation that the fat dickhead at his rear was giving him.

“I need to take his cock,” Ragatz thought, not questioning why he felt so strongly about it, “I need his cum.”

Without any further ado, his wish was granted. Sybil’s fat dick pushed its way in, filling Ragatz up smoothly and slowly. Each inch was taken carefully. Sybil did not want to hurt the poor creature, but of course his reasons weren’t so altruistic--he didn’t want to break his new toy too quickly.

Taking every single inch of this exposed beast’s ass was as intoxicating to Sybil as his hypnosis was to Ragatz. When the mesmer finally filled Ragatz’s ass entirely he had to stop for a moment to control himself. He almost came right there, but he needed to enjoy his meat at least a little bit more… So there was no better time than now to put the final nail in the coffin. “I’m going to fuck you my pet,” Sybil said as he leaned over the purring Charr’s body,

“I’m going to fuck you, and as soon as I cum, you’re mine. You’ll cum your brains out while I mark your insides, and make you mine forever.” Ragatz’s dick throbbed the whole time Sybil spoke, only the vice-like grip of a mesmer capable of keeping Ragatz from getting off right then and there.

“Now beg for the privilege.”

This is when all of Sybil’s victims fought back, at least a little. The finality of the statement, and the power that ran through it, were enough to shake some consciousness into even the most submissive of men. They would groan, or whimper, or give a weak “No…” before a clone of Sybil’s would catch their gaze again, and they would happily fall into the abyss that was his hunger, his gaze. Even if it took a few minutes, the result was always the same. They would beg, and he would oblige.

Not Ragatz though. The second the mesmer’s cock was inside of him, any will to fight disappeared. This is what he wanted, this is where he belonged, on the end of Sybil’s dick. The voice of reason in him had been silenced forever, and pleasure overloaded his brain. He never wanted this bliss to end, and if giving himself to Sybil was how he could make that happen, well, he was already gone.

“Please fuck me, please please please…” Ragatz said immediately, his voice weak but earnest. Sybil was taken aback… for all of five seconds. He smirked and leaned over.

“Good boy,” he said, before biting into Ragatz’s thick neck.

No longer on the verge of orgasming himself, Sybil took his time. He slid in and out, nice and slow at first. Occasionally, he would pop the tip of his dick out and tease Ragatz’s pucker by pressing against it before slowly pushing back in. Sybil enjoyed every inch of his dick parting the Charr’s soft rear, while Ragatz smiled goofily, happy and obedient. No, happy because he was obedient.

After a minute or so of romancing Ragatz’s rear, Sybil’s ravenous hunger finally began to win out. Slow, kind thrusts were speeding up, getting manic even. Ragatz’s snout was smeared across the mercifully comfy top of Sybil’s desk with every thrust, and Sybil was beginning to grunt and moan. His hips began to slam into Ragatz’s rear, and even through the numbing haze Ragatz reveled in the feeling of pre coating his prostate. It sounded like Sybil was muttering something about getting close, not that the hypnotized Charr he was fucking cared. Ragatz was happy just to have his master’s thick dick inside of him, nothing could ever beat th-!

Ragatz’s eyes went dull, and then his jaw dropped. Sybil was howling, his hot cum filling Ragatz’s insides and setting off an explosion of stimulation inside of Ragatz. His body began to tighten, slamming down on his master’s cock, making each thrust from the cumming mesmer even shorter and more punctuated. And as Sybil came, so did Ragatz.

The final bit of Ragatz’s willpower shot like a rocket from his dick, useless and wasted. That feeling of the last of what he thought was important, the last of what he held dear, slipping away… Slipping away and being replaced with adoration, worship for Sybil. For the hottest, strongest, smartest Charr. For his master. The feeling was indescribable, and it filled him just as quickly as Sybil’s many loads of cum.

And as suddenly as it started, it ended. Ragatz’s dick, finally drained, hung soft and sated between his legs. Sybil’s thrusts had stopped, though he stayed within his toy’s ass. He loved to look at his conquered prey after he was finally done with them.

“If you thought this was fun, just wait until you wake up.” Sybil said. Ragatz was unconscious, already long gone and unable to hear him, but Sybil did not care. It was the thought that counted, or at least the lack thereof. He finally pulled out and gave Ragatz a slap on the rear, moving from the desk to clean himself off while his newest acquisition slept.

Ragatz did not dream, but he did not need to. He needed to rest now. It was when his rest ended that the dream would begin again. A dream he never wanted to wake up from. And he knew now, that as long as the Charr with the pretty eyes and soothing voice wanted him to, he never would.