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Not Shouting For Obedience for Heru by Draconicon

Lorod had a bad feeling about the next locked door, but Baadargo had told him that he hadn't sensed anything. The Nord should have known better than to trust the half-drunk Khajiit.

As soon as the door has been opened, a monstrous creature that was half man and half fire had appeared. At first, he'd thought it was a flame atronach, but the Nord got that out of his mind as half of the fire went out, leaving it looking decidedly more masculine than any atronach he'd ever seen.

Baadargo had been about to charge when the creature lifted its hand, pointing at the Khajiit. To Lorod's shock, his hireling stopped in place, staring into space.

And then the creature was on him. Spinning his staff around defensively, he forced the creature back with a well-placed ice bolt, but he couldn't get the room or time he needed to get off a more powerful spell. Despite the pain it obviously felt from the ice attacks, the creature wasn't going down. He needed help.

"Baadargo! Get off your ass and get over here!"

Just like that, the feline was moving again. The Khajiit's blade bit into the creature's back, making it scream. Lorod grinned; things had just become easier again.

"So, you mind telling me what that was about?"

Lorod glanced at the Khajiit as they walked out of the ruins. Despite winning the fight, the feline had been incredibly quiet ever since they'd left the creature dead on the floor. There hadn't been much loot, either, so he doubted that was the problem. The only other thing of value - besides the necklace the Nord was bouncing in his palm - was a sapphire, and he'd given that to the cat.

"You feeling bad about getting scared back there? I know a lot -"

"This one did not feel fear."

Shrugging, Lorod let the conversation trail off. It wasn't like he was paying the feline to like him or be conversational, anyway; if he didn't want to talk, the Nord mage wasn't going to push him to do it.

They reached the campsite before long. It was only a few hundred feet away from the entrance of the ruins, far enough away to notice anything crawling out but close enough to make travel back and forth easy. He started the fire with a wave of his hand, setting the wood remaining from the morning ablaze, before sitting down and looking at the necklace a little more closely.

It wasn't anything beautiful, but he'd felt a bit of magic in it, enough to qualify as an enchantment. Most such things were easy to deduce their purposes, what they did, what they could accomplish. This one, though, puzzled him.

He looked past it at Baadargo. The Khajiit was still silent, and was staring into the fire as though mesmerized. The cat had done similar things before, but Lorod couldn't remember ever seeing him staring as intently as that.

Wait. No. He had. Back in the ruins, the cat had stared just as intensely at the fire creature they'd fought. And it had only happened...after that gesture.

Glancing down at the necklace he wore, Lorod considered the possibilities. If it were the case, that the creature had managed to get the Khajiit controlled, then it was possible that Baadargo had only jumped into the attack because he'd ordered it. And since the feline hadn't followed any screams from the creature to back off, that meant that he was the one in charge. Which might mean -

"Baadargo, stand on one foot."

There was the slightest moment of hesitation - during which he felt like he'd made a fool of himself - before the Khajiit stood up and got on one foot. The balance was a bit shaky, but there was utter silence in the act. No back-talking, no questioning, just obedience. Lorod was amazed, and had to test it further.

"Baadargo, say you are a pretty kitten."

"This one is a pretty kitten."

He stifled a laugh at the sound of the Khajiit actually saying it. The idea that the fighter would ever say it was silly, but hearing it...well, it solidified his assumption of his own command over the Khajiit.

As he considered what else he could make the hireling do, he felt a different sort of urge. The Nord looked down at his robes, seeing the start of a tent, and blushed. Normally, he'd never consider using another man for this, but if there was no way of it being found out...not to mention the fact that he could literally do whatever he wanted...

"Baadargo, take off your clothes."

He quickly did the same, pulling off his robe and stripping off his loincloth. It was a simple action, and he barely had his eyes off of the feline for more than a second. Something he was immensely glad of, as the show that he was getting was simply not to be missed. The muscles revealed, the soft fur beneath the armor, even the strange sheath rather than a humanoid cock at the front was something that was most exotic and interesting.

But it was that lovely, curvy, furry rump that caught his attention. Lorod grinned as the hireling bent over, giving him a perfect view of those muscled ass cheeks, the glance at the hole when they parted as he bent over. It was utterly beautiful...and ever so fuckable. He got to his feet, getting behind the Khajiit and guiding him to all fours.

"Baadargo, stay down. And enjoy this."

There was no response, but considering there hadn't been so far, he wasn't surprised. Lorod knelt down behind the Khajiit, spreading the furry ass cheeks as far as they could go to reveal that lovely pucker between. It looked so tight, unlike the holes of the whores he'd paid for in the past. It would feel so different to fuck this, he thought. It would feel so much better than those loose women.

But first, it needed to be slick.

Not having any qualms about what he was about to do, the blushing mage leaned in and started licking right under the feline's tail. He heard a small gasp from Baadargo, but it was quiet, easily forgotten as he dragged his tongue down the short, bristly fur to the hole that waited just a bit further down. He tasted soft sweat and more than a little bit of musk, and he grinned as he dragged his tongue over the hole a few times, tugging on it. The sight of it being stretched, pulled on, was almost as hot as seeing it revealed in the first place.

The soft moans from just up ahead continued as he licked and lapped, teasing that hole and getting it nice and slick for his cock. Panting, the Nord dropped his hand to his own shaft, teasing, stroking it as he let it get harder and harder. It was so eager for attention, but -

He groaned, giving in to the need to fuck. Getting on his knees, he spat on the Khajiit's hole before slowly lining up his cock with it. It was so hot, so different to be rubbed by fur as he got closer, and he felt that he rather liked it. He didn't know that he'd do this all the time, but it was definitely a nice alternative to his other sources of sex.

As his cock slid in, he moaned loudly, and he could hear the same from his hireling. Lorod panted softly as he quickly bottomed out in that hot hole, and leaned forward, whispering in the Khajiit's ear.

"Baadargo. This will be the best sex of your life. And you will cum when I cum."

As soon as the Khajiit nodded, Lorod let himself go. Pulling back and thrusting in, he felt the extreme tightness of the cat below him. With each thrust, he could feel himself being pulled towards climax at a rapid pace, and he couldn't stop himself from humping harder, faster, deep. He had heard rumors of these things being used as pleasure slaves over in Morrowind and in other places, and he was starting to see why.

He panted as he laid naked over the Khajiit, groaning and moaning from the feeling of that muscled ass taking his cock like the best trained whore. Lorod could feel his balls drawing up already, and he winced, trying to think of other things. Magical equations, the teachers at the College, something to keep him from blowing too soon. It was too good to be wasted, much like a fine wine.

Yet, there was no stopping it. His hips sped up as he felt his climax coming, and he rolled his eyes back in his head as he gripped the cat's hips tighter. He wanted it, he wanted to cum, and he wanted to test the magic. Would it push the cat over the edge too, despite less stimulation? Would the magic be that strong?

He would soon find out.

After just a few more thrusts, Lorod felt it. He came hard, grunting and groaning as he shot his seed into the Khajiit's hole, and as soon as the first rope of cum slipped inside, he felt the cat tighten. The soft hisses and mewls sounded like a cat's orgasm to him, and as he glanced down, he could see the feline's strange equipment loosing its own load.

It works. This is strong magic...stronger even than the Dragonborn's Shout...

He would have to be careful, very careful, in how he used this. But for now, he could enjoy himself...and he would enjoy himself, he thought as he lined up for a second round.

Baadargo groaned as he woke up, and Lorod smiled at him.

"Sleep well?"

"This one...has a headache. Too much skooma."

"I told you, that'll always catch up with you."

"Yes, yes." Baadargo blinked, reaching back and rubbing his ass. "Strange."

"Something the matter?"

"This one must have slept on a rock or something. This one's back hurts...and so do other things."

Lorod smiled. It was good to see that the spell hadn't left any memories behind. That would have been difficult to deal with, particularly if he had to command anyone under its influence to forget what they'd done. And who knew how effective even that would be, in the long term.

He fondled the necklace that he'd been examining last night. The spell was cast from it, he'd found out. A bandit that had stumbled on them had been quick to find out that it worked. And now that bandit was running all the way to Solitude to turn himself in.

And Baadargo wouldn't be a problem. The spell's effects could be summoned with a word on those it had already been cast on. No need to waste more energy. And that word?

"Fuckfriend."

Baadargo's face went slack, his eyes glazed over as Lorod slowly lifted his robe.

"Baadargo. Ease my morning wood..."

The End