Conquest of the King
By Limewah
Trade for Kuro-Freak
Featuring characters and settings from The Legend of Zelda
18+

The would-be King of Hyrule had a troubled look on his face, his camel-like snout slightly creased, his long, wing-like ears twitching. His grey-green fur blended in with the grey-green stone of his conveyance as it whirred and rolled along. The Zonai sat cross legged on his ride, guiding it along with slow gentle pushes and pulls on the control lever. It hummed softly as the wheels glided along, having no trouble carrying Rauru’s personal effects in a few bags. The bags did not shake  held in place by mortar made from pure, calcified light. The roads were not quite so well-worn at present, but it was a smooth ride along the green plains.
Rauru was still reflecting on his words to the chief of the Hateno tribe earlier that day. Had his compliments to their garb come off as patronising or dismissive? He sensed tension on the broad, stubbled face, a furrowing of the eyebrows that showed no melting of their understandably chilly suspicion. The process of diplomacy was a difficult, slow one. But Rauru expected it. After all, the Zonai were beginning the process of turning a loose collection of different tribes and races of all sorts into a cohered kingdom. Empires and kingdoms were not built in a day, and the enlightened beings had no interest in establishing the kingdom of Hyrule by force. 

Rauru had peeled off from the rest of his retinue, seeking some solitude to ruminate as he took a more scenic route home. It was worth it.
The landscapes of Hyrule were truly magnificent. This island continent, isolated from the rest of the world by a vast sea to the east, and sheer mountains and thick desert to the west. A diamond in the rough, truly. It was where the Zonai had always sought to make their home, to return to terra firma.

Once he passed through the Dueling Peaks, Rauru would be able to see the continued construction of the castle, right at the heart of Hyrule. Thanks to the assistance of the Zonai’s many devices, the Hylians and Gorons that had already been assembled to build the structure were working with far more pace than they ever could have done without.

His destination was near. 
Rauru could feel his heart tugging him forward, closer and closer to his beloved Sonia, and all the things he longed to feel with her. Her skin against his fur. Her lips against his snout. Her sweet voice and her kind demeanour.
He longed to dance with her, to sing with her again. Between his diplomatic pilgrimages, and her own, they had not seen each other in weeks. There was much for the royal couple-to-be to catch up on.

A copse of trees lay ahead of him - a bit too narrow and uneven to drive through, and going around it would be time consuming. Alighting from the platform, Rauru waved his right arm, the grey fur and flesh taking on a green luminescence. Ribbons of sinewy light wrapped around the cart and lifted it as though it were a feather. Rauru eased it onto its side to make it easier to guide through the dense mass of trees, and began to walk through.

There was a strange, unexpected scent - a sweet, spiced scent, but not a floral one. It took him a moment to connect it to the scent of baking. Vanilla and sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. 
“Curious,” he said, to no one in particular - so he thought.
“Curiously pleasant, I hope!”
The voice was light, soft, youthful, and it came from just behind one of Rauru’s long ears. The surprise made Rauru wheel around, dropping the cart with a clatter. His third eye nearly opened, instinctually prepared for an attack. 

The purple-furred creature lifted their hands up quickly, their yellow feline eyes wide.
“Ah! So sorry! So sorry!” They said with a hurried tone, clearly uninterested in things turning violent. They looked feline, with bright violet fur, along with a hat, cape and coat that were a similar colour, just a slightly darker shade. Bangs of hair of yet another shade hung down from beneath the wide-brimmed, slightly pointed hat. They looked like a travelling performer, or a salesman perhaps. But Rauru could see no sign of any wares. However, that baked-goods scent was definitely coming from him.

“I must apologise as well,” Rauru said, rearing back and relaxing his posture. “I suppose I haven’t experienced everything Hyrule has to offer…”
“It’s a lovely place, isn’t it? Treacherous at times, though. You’re right to be cautious. I’m something of a newcomer myself!”
“Is that so?” Rauru tilted his head, appraising the curious creature. “Well, you’re clearly not a fellow Zonai. Who might you be, and where did you come from?”
“Maffin, at your service.” The cat-man bowed with a little flourish. “An honour to make your acquaintance, your Majesty.”
“Oh?” Rauru baulked. It was strange being referred to that way… “You’ve heard of me, then!”
“And your incredible project. Someone like you is exactly what this place needs. Someone to tame the lawlessness and bring a little bit of structure and order. That’s what we all crave, really, isn’t it? How’s that all going?”
“Oh, quite slowly, of course.” Rauru glanced at his cart - his luggage was still attached to the cart. The glue was holding.
“I hope I’m not keeping you from anything,” Maffin said, slinking closer. “Are you in a hurry?”
“Well, not particularly…” Rauru lied. He was very eager to see his wife again. But even so, he felt a slight desire to be polite. It was good to establish a good impression on everyone he met - for the sake of the kingdom.

Curiously, as Maffin got closer to Rauru, the scent did not grow stronger, or more cloying. It remained subtle and pleasant. 
Maffin was just a little over half Rauru’s height - small and lithe. He also noted that underneath the long coat was a tight little vest, and…
A significant amount of his lower midriff was bared, just down to his trousers which barely hung on his hips. It left less to the imagination than most Hylian’s garb.
Rauru felt a little warm. His tongue licked the inside of his mouth, unbidden and unconscious. 

“You’re magnificent,” Maffin said, his eyes sparkling. “I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
“…Not at all.” It was now that Rauru noticed the cat’s left eye was a golden yellow colour, and the right was blue like the sea. Both of them seemed to shimmer and shift, as though Maffin’s irises were two pots of water just beginning to come to the boil. 
Rauru was fascinated.
The eye contact was broken by the cat, who now looked at the cart. “That’s a neat-looking contraption. Did you make it?”
“Well, not quite. My sister designed it, I assembled it.” Rauru smiled, feeling just a little self conscious. 
“Interesting, interesting indeed. You’re every bit as amazing as the rumours say.”
“Oh?” Rauru realised he was blushing. With self conscious embarrassment… at least, that’s what he was assuming at first.
“And, I’m aware that you are taken, but would it be overstepping my bounds to say that you are beautiful?”
“Not at all…” Rauru caught himself, managing to avoid a stammer. He was feeling a strange flutter in his heart. Not the same as the love he felt for Sonia, but… something a little baser. 
“Could you stay a while with me? I would love to know you a little better. I’m still quite new to Hyrule, and would love to learn more about the lay of the land, especially from its soon-to-be ruler.”
“Well, I suppose I could.” Rauru said. “Perhaps… let us find a place to sit, first. I wouldn’t want to keep forcing you to crane your neck for my sake.”
“Oh, no need for that.” Maffin smiled, baring an array of bewitchingly white teeth.

The cat seemed taller all of a sudden - no, he was levitating. Just enough to get up to eye level with the Zonai. Even that was a pleasant surprise - Rauru was thankful to not have to hang his head lower. But the cat moved closer still, his face moving into the Zonai’s personal space. 
His breath had a more pronounced sweet-bread smell than the rest of his body. 
“I’d like to appraise you better like this,” he purred. “If you don’t mind my saying so… you’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”
“Well… thank you,” Rauru said, attempting a light, gentle laugh, but was surprised to find a more nervous, strained titter escaping his throat.

Rauru tried to think of his wife’s smiling face. But it kept being replaced by the vision of the present, the distractingly handsome feline… and his loins stirred.
The king was suddenly and embarrassingly aware of his arousal. Luckily his flowing skirt hid it. He sensed Maffin’s intentions, now, the reason he was being so forward and friendly. But he was not about to let his own arousal show. He knew who he belonged to…
“Rupee for your thoughts?” Maffin’s sugar-sweet voice was paired with equally sweet breath.
Rauru pulled his head back, shuffled backwards to just barely miss the long, silky tail as it swung down to brush against his thigh. His olive-green fur bristled, and his brow creased.
“You’re very kind, and very friendly,” Rauru said firmly, “But I am not interested in your overtures. If you really know who I am, then you know I’m already married.”
“Of course I do!” Maffin grinned wider, his pupils narrowing to slits. “That’s what makes this all the more fun for me. Listen…”
The cat let that hang in the air.
“Do you hear that…?”
Rauru’s long ears twitched, though he did not take his eyes off the floating cat.
“Nothing,” Rauru said.
“Exactly. No one’s in this thicket. No one’s going to disturb this conversation. No one’s going to even know we're having it… or what we might get up to.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but…”
“Oh, you could never disappoint me, Your Majesty. Your presence is a blessing in and of itself… but I think I might need more than just that.”

Maffin was back in Rauru’s orbit once again, far too close. He had moved, but Rauru had allowed him to. The Zonai had not budged, and his tension was fading.
Maffin was right, after all, and he knew it. 
The thoughts intruded once again. The scent of his mouth, the glisten of his lips, the glimmer of his eyes…
The soft fur of his tail as it gently wrapped around Rauru’s wrist. The tip rested in his palm, and he unconsciously squeezed it. Maffin closed his eyes and purred. The sound shivered through Rauru’s ears and made him notice just how tense his legs and body were… he relented and relaxed, just a little.
Maffin’s face was still a respectful enough distance - two snout-lengths, give or take. And he remained there. His lips parted. His eyes half-lidded. 
Every part of this little feline was beckoning to Rauru. Tempting him.
And the temptation was strengthening with each moment.
Maffin inclined his head to the side, just the barest amount - both appraising the King, and setting himself up for a kiss.
Rauru’s lips felt dry. His heart was racing. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Maffin.
He could feel himself being pulled inexorably towards those lips, until they were just the breadth of a hair apart.
“Your breath…” Maffin whispered. “It’s wonderful. May I take some of it…?”

Rauru had to summon up all his will-power to turn his head away and retreat a few steps.
“No, I’m- I’m very sorry, but I think you misunderstand what this meeting is. As… as I said, I’m already married, and I have no intention of breaking those vows.”
Rauru’s ears quivered ever so slightly. He knew, deep down, that that was a lie -at least, it was now. The intention had been there, for a fraction of a second, nothing more… but enough to disturb them.

The cat tilted his head to the side, arms behind his back, a knowing smirk on his face.
“If you say so…”
Rauru looked towards his still-lop-sided vehicle. 
“I think I should be on my way,” the Zonai said. “Thank you for the introduction, I’ve… enjoyed our brief conversation. But I think it would be best if you never attempted what you just attempted with me again.”
“May I at least offer you one parting gift? Something for your darling wife, perhaps?”

Rauru knew he shouldn’t say no. But he just stared at the cat, waiting to see what he had to offer. 
The cat grinned widely, reaching a hand up one of his suddenly quite roomy sleeves. With the flourish of a magician, and puffs of orange and blue smoke, he produced a massive, beautiful bouquet of flowers.
None of them looked at all like flowers he had seen before, taking strange, multi-layered shapes with petals as thin as layers of pastry. They all were shades of that same smoky colour, with some purples that called Maffin’s fur to mind mixed in, wrapped in what appeared to be tissue-thin, sparkling parchment.
“Something from where I come from. You wouldn’t believe how difficult it is to keep flowers like these alive on such a long journey. But they’re sturdy things… once you give them some water, or some soil, I guarantee you they’ll be hale and hearty for years to come.”
“I see.” Rauru said, holding a grim, stoic, careful expression. He did not want to give any more false impressions… or tempt himself. 

The flowers would never reach the castle. Rauru resolved to dispose of them as soon as he was out of Maffin’s sight; who knew what traps or tricks could be hidden inside those flowers.
He reached out with his right hand, and as it glowed, the flowers were bathed in that same glow. Maffin seemed a tad surprised, ‘mrrp’ing as they let go of the bouquet and watched it float towards the cart.
“O-oh! That’s a nice trick, Your Majesty!”
“Thank you,” Rauru said, keeping a tight, diplomatic smile as his masquerade as he laid the bouquet on top of his luggage, just for that moment. “I’ll ensure these reach Sonia.”
“Yes, yes, of course…” Maffin nodded. He looked a little crestfallen, his ears falling slightly. Almost like his feelings had been hurt… or a plot had been foiled. “I was going to hand them to you, let you enjoy their bouquet, but, this…this is fine, too.”

“I’ll save it for when I’m with my queen,” Rauru lied. This lie was an easier one to tell. But he still felt a strange little twinge of guilt, particularly when the cat’s lip stuck out and his eyes watered.
“Fair enough. Farewell, your Majesty…” Maffin sniffled. With one swift turn, he transformed into a sparkling dervish of deep mauve smoke that vanished a moment later, leaving the barest hints of glittering light in their wake before those, too, winked out of existence.

“An impressive trick,” Rauru murmured to himself. “Perhaps I’ll be able to make use of him if I see him again…”
He did need more protectors and allies… and that charming cat might make an excellent emissary, provided his flirtations were kept in check.
Come to think of it, the cat never answered one question - where he came from. If not from Hyrule, and not from the Sky, then…?

Once he’d cleared the trees and was able to drive again, he took the vehicle a short distance before he found a patch of wildflowers of all shapes and colours. It was teeming with buzzing insects, bees collecting honey, dandelions letting their little white seedlings float off on the wind. - it seemed as good a place as any to place the bouquet.

Once again, he was careful not to touch them, letting the telekinetic tricks of his hand do the work. The flowers were bathed in light once again as he guided it along, slowly tilting it right side up to place it amongst the dandelions and mint plants in the grassy patch.
A gust of wind picked up at that moment, a sudden surprising shift that wafted through the patch towards Rauru. 
He didn’t have time to hold his breath before the bouquet’s sweet scents washed over him.
From that distance, they merely seemed quite pleasant. Sugar and butter, nutmeg and cinnamon, but far sweeter and spicier than those scents implied. His nostrils flared, his snout twitched as he took another sniff, and another. His legs moved, his head inclining in the direction of the still-floating flowers.
“What a… fascinating scent,” Rauru murmured, surprised that the words came out at all - there was no one to hear them… 
Was there?
Maybe he could enjoy the scent a little longer, and maybe Sonia too would enjoy them…
His right arm slackened, and the bouquet began to drop into the tall grass.
A paw caught them in midair and flourished them with a little spin, wafting another deep sparkling draught of perfume into Rauru’s face.
He stumbled and shook his head, his eyelids drooping and his legs stumbling, the way he did if he drank a little too much wine. Intoxicating was the right way to describe the sensation, too. The way his vision was starting to swim and smear, the way his world seemed to breathe with brighter colour than normal, how every sensation felt more intensely the wind, the grass under his feet, the sun… 

And Maffin.
The disembodied paw was familiar, and the rest of the cat swirled into existence a moment later, grinning with delight.
“I knew you’d come around once you had a little whiff.” Maffin was twirling the fingers of his free hand in little spirals, and Rauru could faintly sense little currents of air wafting and floating from them.

“Oh…”
It wasn’t an accident.
“N-ngh!” Rauru shook his head, snorted to try and get the scent out of his head, and took a few steps back, one hand wafting the scent away and the other covering his nose and mouth with an ornate handkerchief. His third eye opened and gleamed - that seemed to make the villain flinch.
“I’m w…warning you,” Rauru growled. “Cease this, now, or you’ll see why the Zonai are s…seen as gods…”
“Oh, I know.” Maffin grinned. “I’ve seduced gods before, on my travels from world to world. They really aren’t that much more difficult to wrap around my finger than mortals are. Sometimes… even easier.”
Maffin seemed to be very pleased with the sound of his own voice. Rauru let him talk as he recomposed himself.
“Gods like you are secretly quite lonely. Or frustrated with their life. Or in a state of uncertainty about their ambitions and purpose. It’s quite easy to prod them towards me… especially if their eye already has a penchant for wandering. Tell me, Rauru, have you had your eye on anyone else aside from your wife…. And me?”

Rauru had heard enough. As Maffin monologued, the secret stone on Rauru’s right wrist shone, filling him with its divine power in an instant. His third eye flashed, and a thin beam of pure light shot from it. It passed straight through him, just setting the flowers and plants around the cat ablaze. He didn’t seem to mind, though his free hand reached up to hold onto that brimmed hat so the updraft didn’t take it away.
“I guess I’ll find the answer later. Anyway, my turn~” 
Maffin clicked his tongue. The sound, sharp and startling, froze Rauru to the spot. His body was not his own anymore, now surrounded by spiralling curls of orange light - resembling Maffin’s eye. It was not gentle, like Rauru’s manipulations. The Zonai was yanked into the air, head first, his insides lurching - he tried to fight back against that pull, digging his feet into the ground and carving out the dirt beneath him.
“Nnngh… Let go…!”
“Mm, I don’t think I will. Not until you’ve calmed down a little.”
Maffin inclined his head back in a sort of upward nod, and the pull of the swirling cage became too powerful to fight against.  as he was brought straight into the updraft above Maffin’s head. 

And with it…
The scent. 
Even through the pungent odour of smouldering grass, Maffin’s flowers breathed their scent into him. The plumes of pastry-scent took on a purple colour as the flames licked at, but failed to burn them. 
Rauru could feel the aroma pushing into his nose, taking up space in his head like a squatter… no, a welcome guest. That felt more appropriate, the more breaths he took.
His eyes closed to protect from the stinging smoke, but he breathed in the wafting fumes. He groaned with pleasure, visibly shuddering. The secret stone’s glow had long ceased, as had the rest of his resistance.
Maffin began to slowly, easily float up to his level, the scent getting stronger and stronger.
“Much better, my king. That look on your face. The simple, quiet, mindless awe… it becomes you.”
“Unnh…” Rauru’s face tensed up, his nostrils flaring, his eyes watering, trying to keep the smoke from getting in.
“Let me help you with that, darling.” Maffin tugged the Zonai in his cage, pulling him out of the direct draft and bringing him back to fresher air.
With his eyes closed, Rauru felt the shimmering bonds turning him upside down, the weight of his thick, long hair tugging him towards the earth.
It took a moment for the sting to subside, and he quickly opened his eyes to blink the tears away. 
He caught a glimpse of something strange as he blinked, only processing it after he closed his eyes. He re-opened them again, and found it quite difficult to close them again…
Maffin was floating right side up, eye to eye with him, and his eyes were doing the strangest thing… his irises and pupils were gone. In their places were two spiralling whirls of colour - orange and blue, to match each eye. 

Rauru couldn’t close his eyes again. He only faintly could guess at why, because his thoughts were already so faint and distant, full of the flowers’ decadent scent. 
“There we are… isn’t that much better, dear king?” Maffin tilted his head to and fro, and Rauru felt the strange impulse to follow with his own head. It felt quite comfortable and satisfying when he did so, like a box fitting neatly into a cupboard. 
Maffin’s paws rested on either side of Rauru’s head, ensuring none of his hair got in the way. Rauru found that to be a very kind gesture. Even kinder, though, was the slow claws raking along the insides of his ear, tracing a long journey back and forth and making him quiver.

As if it had a mind of its own, his secret stone pulsed again, sending a wave of awareness straight into Rauru’s head to awaken him from his stupor.
“Rrngh!” Rauru’s brow knit inwards and he snarled, even as his eyes were beginning to mirror those same curling spirals - blue in his left, orange in his right. 
“You’re trying to resist me even now, silly thing.” Maffin tutted, slowly turning himself upside down and twiddling his fingers in the air.
The orange spirals cascading around Rauru’s body squeezed in tighter and gleamed, and his body suddenly spasmed with intense, mind-shattering pleasure. Rauru cried out, as if he’d been stabbed, the pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful.
A little tributary off-shoot of the main spiral of the cage slid up under Rauru’s skirt to curl slowly around Rauru’s member, hovering just an inch away from the surface of the flesh. It began to ripple and contract, never quite touching the Zonai’s flared shaft, but making it throb as if he was buried in something tight, and warm, and wet, as though it had been taken into someone’s warm mouth.
…Sonia had never done that for him before.

Rauru’s eyes fluttered, his mouth opening wide, saliva sliding from the corner of his mouth.
“Good boy,” Maffin purred. “Now you’re starting to see how good surrender feels, aren’t you~?”
Rauru grunted, his mouth still open, his eyelids fluttering as the hypnotic glow poured into him. 
“Mmmh~” Maffin licked his lips. His claws tickled under Rauru’s up-side down chin, held tightly by the tip of his feline tail. “Since I went through all this trouble… chatting you up, giving you flowers, making you feel so nice~”
To accentuate the point, the flowers puffed a dust of rainbow coloured pollen, matting and caking into Ruaru’s fur. His eyes pulsed faster, too, as did the pleasurable restraints. Rauru’s cock stood to attention, while the rest of him sort of weakly writhed in mid-air, squirming the way a restrained child might.
 “Don’t you think it’s time I got something back?” Maffin bobbed his head up and down. Rauru’s sleepy head followed.
“Yesss…” Rauru’s response was a feather-soft sigh. It was so difficult just to position his tongue for the hiss at the end, and the relief he felt once he managed to hit it was narcotic. His eyes pulsed faster and his body visibly sagged as he said it, freed of the burden of resistance.
“That’s right. So… what do you say we seal this with a kiss…?”
“Ahn…”
“The kiss we were going to have, before you got scared of what that kiss might mean…”
“Nnhnuh…” Rauru was drooling more openly now.
Maffin slowly rotated on the spot, with his head as the fulcrum, until he was perfectly parallel to the Zonai. Warm, delicious breath crept in and mingled, now so familiar, and tantalising.
He would have dove right forward to kiss the cat, if he weren’t paralysed and anaesthetised by the hypnotic assault on almost every sense.
Except for taste…

The cat-demon’s tongue was bristly and rough, but not unpleasantly so. It explored his mouth so nimbly, and he was too weak to stop it from exploring every inch of him.His flesh was warm and soft, and it made Rauru’s whole being shudder - not just his body, but his soul with it. The cat’s eyes remained open, still swirling blue and orange, but that close proximity made the eyes and their colours blur and melt together. Rauru stared cross eyed at them, down the centre of his snout, the eyes swirling faster, his mind unravelling quicker, the spiralling tugging pleasure of Maffin’s bonds bringing him closer to something that felt like an oncoming orgasm, but deeper, more spiritual, more…-!

No one would have believed the sight, if they saw it. Rauru, the king of Hyrule, a godlike being, floating upside down with his arms and legs tightly by their side, eyes wide and spinning, mouth drooling, erect cock tenting his lower garments.
Maffin loved moments like this. No matter how haughty or stoic or powerful they were, his prizes always ended up looking exactly like this.
“Mmmwah~!” Maffin pulled away from the kiss, and wiped his forearm before floating back to survey his conquest. 
Rauru remained perfectly still in midair, silent save for the hum of Maffin’s binding enchantments- not that they were needed. He was stiff as a board, with a closed, tight on his equally rigid face.

Maffin chuckled as he smacked his lips.
“You’re not the best kiss I’ve ever had, but we’ll work on it.”
As Maffin examined, he tossed the bouquet of flowers off to one side; they disintegrated into flame a moment later, burning up like tissue paper. Maffin floated on his side, resting his paw on his chin, before twirling his finger. Rauru was slowly rotated around until his feet were pointed towards the floor, and gently set down. He didn’t budge or make a sound, standing like a smiling statue. 
“Mmmhmmhmm~” Maffin peered back and forth, looking along those great plains that surrounded them. There was no sign of any life for miles. “We’re alone, Your Majesty. Why not take off those clothes~?”

Eyes still wide, Rauru simply nodded and began to undress himself. He moved as though he were in a dream, or slightly intoxicated. His eyelids drooped and his smile relaxed a little, but they did not go away, serving as a mask and a marking of his servitude.
“Oh, and that stone? That’s for me.”
Maffin, still-reclining, floated right up to his still-stripping thrall and slid the bracelet with the gleaming stone off his wrist. While watching Rauru shed his cowl, his skirt, and his stone accessories, Maffin turned the stone over and over in his hand. It was warmer than he expected, and the heat had a movement to it - like it had blood and veins of its own.
“Cute,” Maffin mused to himself. “I’ll figure out a use for this later…” 
He knew of the Zonai’s secret stones and their ability to amplify one’s innate abilities.
He could almost certainly use it to enslave the entire continent and bend them all into happily obedient thralls in the wink of an eye. But where was the fun in that?
For now, he doffed his hat, tossed the stone inside, and then placed it back on his head.
Rauru had disrobed, and was sort of swaying on the spot, cock throbbing and pulsing.

“Ah ah ah. Posture.” Maffin snapped his claws, and the sharp click made Rauru grunt and shoot back to alert attention. The cat, however, remained slouched like a decadent emperor as he floated in for a closer inspection. His right index claw twisted and wound, and the spiralling cage of light wrapped around Rauru’s member.
“Hnnnh-!” Rauru inhaled sharply, and the smile looked a little strained for just a moment. 
“Hehehe. Gooood.” Maffin said. “You like that, don’t you, your Majesty? I’m delighted~”
He pressed his free paw against Rauru’s chest. It wasn’t broad and muscular - the Zonai had more of a slender, lithe build. Perhaps he’d have to fix that. For now, it would do just fine. The cat purred with delight as he kneaded against Rauru’s right breast. He watched the slight rise and fall as the hypnotised king breathed slowly and gently. Moving the paw over to the left side, Maffin let his claws drag into the grey-green fur, groping and squeezing at any soft bits of flesh he could find. Aside from the odd grunt here and there, Rauru was still silent, still staring into space, even as Maffin’s magic milked a thick translucent blob of pre-cum from his shaft.

“Ohhh I can’t help it,” Maffin growled, burying his face right against Rauru’s chest as he took a deep breath in, taking in the regal cologne of his new slave’s scent. He continued to grope, and nuzzle, and pleasure the king. He could stay buried in that chest all day long… and he would. 

Pulling back, Maffin snapped his fingers, and in a puff of sparkling, sweet smoke, his clothes were gone. His own cock was already at attention.
“I think we should find some grass to lay in… I mean, I don’t think we’ll be seen, but you deserve a rest, don’t you think?”
Rauru nodded stiffly. Maffin beckoned to him, and he began to move, sleepwalking stiffly with his arms relaxing and dangling at his sides, leaving all his belongings behind in a heap. It didn’t take long to find a spot. Maffin snapped his fingers and pointed towards the thick brush. Rauru stumbled over and laid down on his hands and knees. Maffin twirled his finger, and guided Rauru onto his back, watching the rise and fall of his soft chest, the twitch of his cock.
There was so much of his beautiful body to experience. Maffin couldn’t stop himself from purring. He knelt down between Rauru’s legs, reaching out to gently squeeze the tip of the shaft. Rauru groaned softly as more pre oozed from it, coaxed by the cat’s fingers. As he collected it, Maffin daubed it over his member, and around Rauru’s pucker. The ring of flesh was relaxed and pliant.

“Mmm… have you done this before?” Maffin asked.
“Yesss…” Rauru sighed.
“Excellent.” Maffin wrapped his arms around Rauru’s muscular thighs and pushed himself forward, raising Rauru’s hips and guiding his tip against the Zonai’s rump. He had no trouble lifting the massive, heavy creature, particularly with a little bit of help from his magic. 
As he slowly slid inside, his paws glowed, and that spiralling cage of pleasure wrapped around Rauru’s cock-tip once more.
“Mmmnh…” Rauru moaned, low and long, his smile falling away and his eyelids fluttering. Still swirling, still dazed, still perfectly compliant. There was a little bit of stiff give, but a little wiggling grind of Maffin’s hips was enough to slide his key into the lock. As soon as he was buried inside, Maffin knew exactly where he wanted his face to go. He leant over, having to strain a little bit due to the length of Rauru’s toned torso, but he managed to bury his face into that soft chest once again. Purring like a kitten, he dragged and flicked his tongue along Rauru’s nipples, suckling and squeezing them between his teeth. 

He’d wanted this the moment he laid eyes on his prey. And it was every bit as sublime as he hoped it would be. 
The flesh and muscle was soft, deliciously scented. Rauru’s chest pushed against Maffin’s thighs, and his legs squeezed tight like a vice around the cat.
“Myaaaahn~!” Maffin mewled with pleasure, his eyes rolling up into his head as he humped faster. The rustle of the grass, the slap of hips against hips, the shared, synchronised breathing, all combined to a soft symphony of satiated lust.
Maffin kept dragging his bristly tongue along Rauru’s body. The Zonai was no longer stiff, his hands reaching down to stroke Maffin’s back. His body knew what to do. One hand went to the base of Maffin’s tail and began to scratch. The tail quivered and puffed out, and the cage of pleasure around Rauru’s cock pulsed and suckled. Rauru’s wrapped-up cock was pressed against Maffin’s stomach, still oozing pre, kept erect by the constant pleasure.
“Nnnhnfuck…” Maffin growled. “Ohhhh fuck, you’re all mine now…”

He pulled away from the chest and grabbed Rauru’s face, blasting him with more of his hypnotic power. Rauru moaned, his lips curling into an open mouthed smile as his eyes spiralled and crossed.
“Yeah…that’s right,” Maffin said, thrusting and pounding over and over. “You’ll do whatever I say, you’ll be whatever I want you to be.”
“Yessss…” Rauru moaned. “Please…”
“Even if I told you to leave your wife…
Maffin caught the briefest hint of hesitation, even in that deep trance. A brighter flash and spin of his hypnotic eyes put a stop to that. 
“Yes, in an instant…” Rauru slurred.
“And if I told you to abdicate the kingdom entirely, leave it open to attack by enemies…”
“Nnhn?”
“That Gerudo king has some designs on Hyrule, doesn’t he?”
“G…Ganondorf…”
“Eeexactly.” Maffin grinned. “And you don’t really care if the kingdom falls. And do you know why that is?”
“Whhyy…?”
“Because I say you don’t care.”
“Nn…nh.. I d-do care…” there was the hesitation again. Rauru looked worried. Terrified that his thoughts were being rewritten and rewired so thoroughly. 
The dawning horror on his face was delicious.
Maffin didn’t really plan on having him do all that - he wasn’t going to let there be unnecessary suffering on his part. And it’d be more fun to add Rauru’s queen to his collection of thralls. Not to mention his sister. But for now, all his attention would be focused on this gorgeous godly beast.
“You don’t.” Maffin thrust deep into Rauru, masturbating him with his magic. “You know you don’t. Tell me you don’t care…”
“I d……”
“If you say it, I’ll let you cum~!”
“I d-d…” Rauru was drooling again, his gaze quivering and his body so stiff… “I d…don’t-!”
“CUM.” Maffin snapped his fingers.

Rauru cried out a lot louder than expected. The first jet hit the underside of Maffin’s chin, the next one draped over Rauru’s chest, and so it continued for seven more long, thick ropes of cum.
“Oooh good boy~!” Maffin growled with delight, still pumping and thrusting into Rauru. “But don’t go soft just yet, I’m milking more out of you~!”
He continued to keep the spell active, and sure enough, Rauru’s dick didn’t get an opportunity to relax even as it poured out the last little oozing stream of cum. He stared into the eyes, and there was not a part of him that wasn’t totally enthralled by Maffin.
He could go even deeper though.

Maffin continued to slap his hips into his conquest, thrusting and fucking with lustful fury. He buried his face in Rauru’s chest again, lapping and tasting him - his seed tasted divine, too, surprisingly sweet. He must have been dining on sweet fruits and nothing else…
Maffin was purring quite loudly - he would have been embarrassed if he wasn’t in a trance of his own. Rauru’s legs squeezed even more tightly around him, to the point where they almost caused him pain. Maffin squealed with delight, his swirling eyes rolling up as his orgasm approached. His magical masturbation was getting a little bit shakier, and his butt was pressing against Rauru’s scratching hand, tail quivering, toes curling…

“Wuh…waaait~!” Maffin mewled. He intended on brainwashing Rauru some more, making it so his next orgasm would happen at the same time as his new Master’s. But… it was too late. Rauru’s thighs held Maffin in place as his spine went concave, and he threw his head back to groan as his cock pumped and emptied itself into Rauru.
He’d had a whole thing planned with it too… he was going to build up the anticipation, tell Rauru that when he came inside him, that would seal his obedience - a part of his Master being inside him, absorbed into his very being.
He’d gotten a little carried away…

That sheepish embarrassment persisted as he collapsed onto Rauru’s chest, allowing room for Rauru’s still-hard cock. Breathing heavily, raggedly, he looked up at Rauru. His swirling eyes came in fits and starts, but Rauru was no less infatuated by Maffin’s hypnotic gaze. 
“Mmmh.” Maffin sighed. “We’ve got a lot more fun in store, you and I. Once I take you far away from this place, and make you mine, I’ll show you such wonderful sights…”
Not untrue. But it wouldn’t be until he had the other two - the wife, and the sister - under his spell as well…
“For now.” He snapped his fingers. A little cake manifested in front of Rauru’s face, light brown, with little flecks of chocolate inside it. “Have a muffin. Cinnamon and chocolate. You’ll like it.”
Rauru grazed on it lazily, murmuring with delight at the taste. Maffin made another one for himself, munching on his a lot more quickly as his paw lazily rubbed the Zonai’s dick.
Once he’d got some energy back, maybe he’d let the Zonai have a chance to top him. 

For now, though, he was content to have a little snack and recharge his batteries. Breaking someone’s mind made for very hungry work, after all…
And he had a lot more minds to break in this beautiful little kingdom.

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