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Overminded and Overlorded

Written by: TiranMaster

Written for: Zsisron

Picture by: Anothermeekone

The bar was crowded and I was seriously tired of the constant cheers of the other players, it was only thirty minutes til the servers went down and all around the room players were constantly shouting about their various triumphs. Personally I just wanted to drink in peace, but really what else did I expect by coming to a tavern. I was swishing around the glass of mead in one hand while the other was playing around with the settings menu, I was determined to enjoy my last night in Yggdrasil in peace. So I turned off all player volume, and just like that all of the obnoxious players were quieted, I could see their mouths moving but nothing came out. I smiled and let out a sigh of relief, I would be damned if I let other players annoy me like that.

Turning forward once more I leaned on the bar, I couldn't feel it of course, I couldn't feel anything in this game... but it felt like real life nonetheless aside from the sensory deprivation. I'd been playing Yggdrasil for eight years now, and it had become my life, hell I spent more time in the game than I spent talking to people in real life. It helped that I was a electronics specialist, all I had to do was email people specs on their systems, and run a few diagnostics programs here or there. Sure I'd put on some weight here and there, but my life was good, I enjoyed playing Yggdrasil. If I didn't have to eat or use the bathroom I might had never left the game aside from the odd job here and there, I chuckled to myself before taking another drink from the glass. Eight years and I was losing my life... hell, I might as well not pick up my immersion device again after today.

A few of the players were trying to call to me, I noticed a few PMs from them trying to get me to engage in their activities, but I just shrugged them off. Their party wasn't for me, they were allowed their last hurrah, and I was allowed mine. I intended on staying in the game until the very last minute, and I wanted to do it my way. So while they all partied I pulled up my character interface and I stared at the majestic avatar I'd created for myself, years of work spent on building up this one character over multiple expansions.

Anub Iren, Race: Anubian, Class: Mastermind, Level: 100. I let my eyes linger on my job class, Mastermind, a class that exceptionally few people used. It was the sort of job class that only a few people had patience for, it tended towards higher level raids, and it wasn't always the best due to its drawbacks. The master spell of the class was Ensnare Will, a spell that completely bound the will of monsters to the user, specifically those level 70 and below. Once it went above level 70 the opponent could resist the effects with several debuffs on them, but those debuffs often were of little use to the players who used the class. If one was in a party then it was a decent enough side effect, but I'd never been a team player, solo play was the only way I played the game.

When I'd first entered the game Anubian had been the obvious choice of race for me, I've been a furry for more years than I could put a pin on. The jackal visage was sheer perfection, with the immersion I was able to live out my fantasies, abandoning my mundane life in exchange for a life of excitement. Looking over my character I smiled, I'd never been one for a grand and ostentatious character, too much money to spend for ridiculous adornments. So I'd kept Anub simple, of course I had given him a few pieces of finery, but nothing too crazy. My avatar was a standard black furred jackal with a pair of golden earrings in his left ear, a silver choker about his neck, a crimson tunic with a black vest over it, a pair of black trousers, and a few rings adorning his fingers. I'd seen many other mages wearing cloaks that covered everything underneath, and I found that incredibly dull.

Now here I was, wasting the last night in Yggdrasil sitting at a bar, drinking alcohol that I couldn't taste, and not being able to really get drunk. Of course the game had a drunk status that slightly hazed the vision, and it did affect the mind a bit by muddling one's thoughts, but I found that it lost the appeal without the real burn and buzz real life alcohol gave you. I noticed several PMs blazing red in the lower right corner of my UI, I thought about ignoring it... but then shrugged and tapped on it with my right index finger. A plethora of messages assaulted me, many of them being people trying desperately to sell their high end characters for absurd amounts of real world money. I had to stop myself from laughing at the prices, I knew this would happen, people who'd spent far too much money on the game trying to get back something before the game went offline. I knew several players in the last few days who'd been able to pawn off their characters to newbies who wanted the chance to live a little before the game went offline, but this late nobody was going to pick up such offers.

It was the other messages that I paid a little more mind to, some of them the players in the bar I was with, asking me to join in on their private conversations. Some a bit agitated that I was ignoring them, and a few said that they'd been yelling at me across the bar for several minutes. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that the bar had cleared up quite a bit as players logged off for the last time, but a few of the players who were left were giving me dirty glances. "Get over yourselves," I growled. They started to spit angry insults at me, but all I did was cup my ear and say: "What did you say? My volume is muted," that shut them up. I chuckled before turning back to my empty glass of beer. "What am I doing?" I sighed. I could be out in the game, spending every last minute grinding at the highest raid tiers, just for shits and giggles... but instead I was here.

I looked up at the clock in the upper right corner, just a few more minutes and the servers would be down... and I'd be kicked out with the rest of these schmucks. I closed my amber eyes and pondered about what I should do next, years spent building this game... and it was all about to go to waste. Tilting my head into one hand I cracked open my eyes to see the NPC bartender washing yet another glass, he always had one at hand, smiling through his beard at all times. He was an orc as I tended towards beastmen bars, I found the beastmen characters very attractive... God above I was going to miss this game. Maybe I should just log out now, catch some extra Z's, I could figure out something tomorrow...

Even with those thoughts I waited anyways, only one more minute and the game would be down, everybody else was logging off one by one. I even saw a few pansies doing crying emojis before they logged off, I just shook my head, I wasn't going to cry over a game. Even though I had spent years in this game, so I just looked at the bartender and offered a rare smile. "Wanna fill up my glass up one last time?" I asked.

The bartender was quiet as he took my glass and immediately handed me another, I downed it in a few gulps. The drunk side effect re-applied itself, and I looked around the bar with the screen going hazy. "Gonna miss this place," I said aloud. There was nobody else in the bar, just me and the NPCs, just like I'd wanted it in the first place... and I realized how lonely it was. Then the clock hit midnight, I braced myself for the game to kick me out, I closed my eyes and awaited the sensations of the real world. I gripped my glass tight, and felt the cool moisture of the glass on my hand... I hadn't been holding a glass before I'd jumped into the game. The smell of food filled my nostrils, and the sounds in the room suddenly seemed far more intense.

When I opened my eyes I was still in the bar... and it suddenly seemed far more lively. A few NPCs were wandering into the room, they were chatting excitedly about... something, I didn't pay it too much heed. "You said that you're going to miss this place, we aren't going anywhere, sir," the bartender said from behind me. That's when my blood ran cold, something was wrong here... why was the bartender answering my words? NPCs were preprogrammed with responses to specific questions, not to random phrases like that...

I turned and looked at the bartender, and for some reason he seemed far more lively than before. Yggdrasil had always been a bit of a realistic game, but this was far too much for me, I leaned back and blinked a couple of times. "A... are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Of course, nobody else is sittin' at the bar yet, now are they?" he chuckled dryly. I blinked a few times and shook my head, I must've fallen asleep... I had to be, the game wouldn't be responding to me like that. So I slapped myself a few times, and felt actual pain... I shouldn't be feeling actual pain.

"Oh God... Oh God..." I was starting to panic, I gestured for the menu to form, but it didn't... in fact my entire UI had vanished. I stood up, knocking a glass off of the counter and watched as it fell and hit the ground... and shattered into thousands of shards. Some of them hit me and cut into my fur, I hissed in pain as I pulled my leg away from the fallen glass.

"Hey! Y'ur gonna have ta pay fer that!" the orc snarled at me. I looked at him for a long few moments, unable to bring myself to answer him. So instead I bolted from the bar, tripping over a few of the other patrons who were coming in. They barked at me angrily as I rushed past, many of them orcs, and all of them had a strong pungent scent coming off of them. I'd never been able to smell anything in this game, as I stumbled out into the middle of the village I could see no other player characters. I was the only Anubian in the village, and many of the orcs were shooting me inquisitive or outright hostile looks. I looked up into the sky and felt my stomach churn as I felt the wind blow through my fur, could feel the dirt under my bare paws, and could smell a pig roasting on a spit not too far away. "We're not in Kansas anymore..." I breathed.

***

When the world of Yggdrasil turned off something odd happened to several players, while most were logged off, others were split off into hundreds of alternate planes, all of them similar, and yet different. This is just one story of many, and how a player grew to be the overlord of his own world.

***

One week since the transfer

Green Claw Camp:

Another campaign against the Toadmen had been completed, and Zaryusu sat before his fish farm with a content smile on his face. The lizardman scratched absently at the mark upon his chest, the mark that claimed him as a traveler. He'd recently returned from a trip to find his brother leading a campaign against their species' enemy, apparently the creatures had gotten too close to their camp. The powerful warrior was irritated with himself as he'd missed much of the battling, true he'd been able to aid his sibling in defeating the enemies, but he still felt bad about it. "Brother, are you still punishing yourself?" Shasuryu asked as he approached the prone lizard.

"I'm not punishing myself, I'm just relaxing," Zaryusu lied. He did feel alright, but guilt still rested on him, not that he'd allow his brother to know that. The way the other lizard's tail ticked in irritation was sign enough that he didn't believe his younger brother, but he made no more mention of it as he sat beside his brother. He eyed the fat fish swimming about in the pond before them hungrily, Zaryusu knew he wasn't going to ask for one... though the younger lizard had no doubt that he would try to grab one if Zaryusu wasn't there. Silence dragged on between the pair as they enjoyed the sun warming their dark scales, Zaryusu tilted his muzzle up to the sun and allowed his tongue to loll out in pleasure.

Shasuryu chuckled at the sight, when they'd been mere hatchlings he had found Zaryusu doing that quite a bit. He reached over and patted his sibling's head, Zaryusu giving him an irritated glance before closing his mouth and looking forward once more. "What brings you out here, brother?" he finally asked. He'd been waiting for Shasuryu to say something, but often times the chief made his brother ask as he could be hesitant to bother his traveler brother for anything out of concern that his sibling might leave for a few days at any time.

Letting out a sigh Shasuryu gave him a slightly embarrassed smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Am I that obvious?" he chuckled.

"Well your tail is flicking around like it's about to try and dig itself a hole, so I would have to say so," Zaryusu said with an amused smile. His elder brother glanced back at his tail with a heated look, as if his own tail had betrayed him, once it was calmed the chief gave his brother a serious look. "Are we going to battle again?" Zaryusu asked. His eyes were now growing serious as well, if they were to head into battle again he could be counted on to bring Frost Pain into battle, one of the lizardmen's legendary treasures.

Shasuryu tilted his head both ways a few times, telling that Zaryusu was sort of right. "All of the tribes will be meeting within a couple of weeks to have a conference of sorts, we will be having a show of strength amongst our greatest warriors. A competition to show each of the tribes that we are not week, but also a trust building exercise, perhaps we will be able to connect the tribes in a way that we haven't before. I was hoping..." Shasuryu hesitated.

"That I might come?" Zaryusu asked, his body was relaxing at the idea. He would never shy away from a battle, but this sounded far less life or death than what he'd been imagining. "Of course, brother, though hopefully the tribe won't be too angry about my participation," he said with a bow of his head.

Letting out a sigh of relief Shasuryu beamed at his sibling, slapping him on the shoulder and ruffling the lizardman's green scarf. "I will make sure the tribe says nothing of your participation, whether you are a traveler or not you are still part of the Green Claw tribe, and I will fight any naysayer to the death myself," he snarled. A big smile worked its way onto Zaryusu's muzzle and the pair stood to give each other a brotherly hug, and they stood that way for a few moments before Zaryusu saw his sibling's tail twisting about excitedly.

"...Brother, would you like one of the fish?" His brother pulled out of the hug, a slight blush on his cheeks only outdown by his frozen tail while he coughed into a hand.

"I mean... if you're offering..." Zaryusu laughed before heading over to the water to pull a large fish from the water, his brother's mouth was already watering as he watched his sibling pull the fish from the water, and soon enough they were talking amiably on their way back to the village with a fish thrown over Zaryusu's shoulder.

***

Two weeks since the transfer

Anub's Lair:

"Life... is... goooood..." I moaned as I sank into the heated bath, watching as my dragon blew a steady flame under my tub. The water was bubbling ever so slightly, but I'd made sure to coach my servant on how hot I liked my bath. A smile played across my face as I looked up into the stars above, all about my servants were waiting on me, a buff level 76 minotaur holding a tray of figs and cheeses, my level 93 dragon warming my bath, and a pair of level 45 and 56 werewolves making out in front of my bath for my personal enjoyment. "Oh yes... life is good," I sniggered. It has been two weeks since I was fully dropped into the world of Yggdrasil, and I'd never been happier.

What many people didn't know about me prior to the end of Yggdrasil was that I'd found a special item last year that allowed me to control anybody up to my player level, aside from player characters that is. It was a world item by the name of Radiant Blast, and it had quickly become an extremely useful item since very few enemies aside from extremely powerful world bosses exceeded level 100. So I'd been able to enslave many monsters over the previous year, and now that was coming in handy now that I was really in the world and could enjoy all the benefits it provided. Specifically now every species, myself included, could go naked and have the assets we would normally be born with. I grinned as the level 56 werewolf pinned down his partner and started to ram his prick into the other male's rear, I groped my own canine shaft, letting out slow growls of pleasure while the pair went at it like the beasts they were.

"My lord! My lord!" A voice came from some nearby bushes, and I lazily looked to see a satyr sprinting towards me, very nearly bumping into the minotaur who was holding my snacks. "I... I'm sorry, my lord! I don't mean to interrupt," the satyr said. He was looking at the werewolves with a lusty look in his eyes, but he was quick to look back at me.

"What is it, can you not see that I'm enjoying myself?" I growled. This satyr was one of the newer additions to my growing powerbase, ever since I'd first transferred I'd gotten to work fast. I had already owned the minotaur and one of the werewolves prior to the world change, but afterwards I'd decided to start picking up more monsters. Before I was limited by game rules, they'd only allowed me so many monsters to control at once, but those rules had vanished. Now I had five servants, and I intended on adding more. The satyr I had chosen because he'd been fast, I'd watched him race around with a satyr female who he'd apparently been trying to woo, and as I watched him was very impressed by his speed but not so much by his attempts to get the female, so I'd put a stop to that with a spell. Now he was very gay, and completely under my thrall as apparent by the purple irises he now had, the same purple eyes my other servants shared.

The satyr bowed low, his horns nearly scraping the ground he was bowing so low, I rolled my eyes as I rolled my hand waiting for him to continue. "My sincere apologies, my lord! I've heard rumors recently of the lizardmen races gathering near the Moonlit Marshes, they apparently intend to build some form of alliance. All of the tribes will be gathering there, and I thought such a gathering might be of interest to you, my lord! Especially since you intend on gathering more slaves," he said in a rush. Sometimes he talked too fast for me to understand, and those times I'd had him repeat the lines seven times before he would be allowed to go. I would drill that speedy tongue out of him if I had to cast a permanent slowing spell on him, though I'd prefer not to do that since everything else about him was fine to be fast.

Sitting up in my tub I gestured for the dragon to stop, and he stopped as soon as I motioned, I'd been very firm in training my servants. The silver scaled beast snorted and laid down on the ground, awaiting my next command, but I was focused on the satyr. I rubbed my chin, smirking as I pondered his words... all of the local lizardman tribes were gathering soon? Very interesting, and incredibly appetizing by the sounds of it, the lizards had many attractive specimens, but I had yet to try to go after any. Lizardmen often came with large families, and when something bad happened to one of their own they went after the offender. Now if all of them were to come under my sway though it could lead to some very interesting circumstances I'm sure, though specifically the men, the females could do whatever they wanted.

"Are they gathering now, Puck?" I asked the satyr. Personally I found the name rather whimsical, but it worked as I had no intention of naming each and every servant I claimed. I was already stepping out of my bath, flexing my six foot two body, wincing as a few muscles popped. Back in the real world I'd only been five foot five, so it had taken some getting used to when I'd first started playing the game, but this far along I was more used to my six foot two body than I'd been in my human body. Muscles popped as I stretched out my arms, legs, and back, my tail wagging back and forth eagerly above my toned ass. Oh yes, this world was a furry's dream, and now it was all mine.

"A few of the tribes have started arriving, but all of them will not be here until next week from today, my lord!" Puck jabbered. I started to pick my clothes off of a nearby hanging tree, my erection still as hard as ever, maybe even more so now that ideas were running through my head. Pulling on my undergarments I let out a shrill whistle that drew all of my servants in front of me, the werewolves breaking off their mating to sit in line with the others. I paused for a few minutes just to finish dressing, all of them looking at me eagerly with big smiles and purple glowing eyes... oh I certainly loved the glowing eyes.

Finishing getting my ensemble of clothing on I grabbed a map from my bag of holding, pulling it out to look it over. "We're a couple of days walk from the Moonlit Marshes, so we'll start first thing in the morning. I want you all to be prepared, Zwill, Zwen, change back to your human forms," I commanded. Just like that the werewolves morphed back into humans, completely naked, the twins stood with amazing bodies. Zwill the higher level of the pair was tanned, a dark olive tone with short cut hair, the stronger of the two he had a buff form with perky nipples. Zwen on the other hand had a native american appearance with long black hair, he was more lithe though had a surprisingly hefty looking cock even flaccid. I liked them much better as the ebony furred beasts they were most of the time, but their human forms weren't much to scoff at with rippling muscles and long black hair. "You two are to go the local town tonight and gather supplies, when you return you are to return to your proper forms, understand?" I growled.

"Yes, my lord," they said in unison. I groaned as my dick twitched, I had made quite a few changes to the brothers, most of all them being in beast form at all times unless I asked otherwise, and the fact that they acted in unison at all times. I had quite a few kinks that I'd worked out on them, and even as they dressed I watched their muscled forms with twinkling eyes before I turned to face Puck once more.

"Go to the Moonlit Marshes, scope out the land and find us a good hiding spot. I want it far enough away that none of the lizardmen should be able to find it, but close enough that it won't be too long of a walk." He bowed in acknowledgement before racing off towards the marshes, the twins left shortly after towards the city, and that left me with my dragon and the eight foot minotaur. "Light a fire, Z'scyssron, and Hark, you will be sharing my tent with me tonight," I purred. I groped the taciturn minotaur's bare ass with a lusty look and he merely snorted in affirmative, though the way his sheath twitched let me know he was just as interested. I soon settled down before the fire with an apple in hand imagining what would happen in a week's time... I couldn't wait.

***

Three weeks since the transfer

Moonlit Marshes:

The Moonlit Marshes were set to the far south of the Great Lake the home of the lizardmen tribes as well as several other species. The many lizardman tribes coming together was indeed a rare occurrence, their tribes had been separated for so long that it was a bit of a culture shock for the different clans to come together. Zaryusu stayed close to his tribe, true he'd met a few of the other tribes' members in his travels, though having strayed beyond the Great Lake he'd long been outside normal lizardman culture. His tail twitching in agitation he traveled amongst other members of his clan, and yet aside from his brother being there he really didn't feel all that included, of course he'd never tell his brother that.

Despite tensions amongst the tribes all of them had gathered, their own clan Green Claw, Dragon Tusk, Red eye, Small Fang, and Razor tail. With all five tribes Zaryusu vaguely hoped that there might be some conversation amongst the groups, but for the most part they all kept to themselves. "It looks like this attempt at union might not work out to the best effect," Zaryusu said quietly to his brother.

"We have yet to start fighting, when our blades meet the others shall see each others' strength, this is sure to help inspire brotherhood amongst the tribes!" Shasuryu said with his usual energy. Zaryusu smirked at his brother's optimism, though he wasn't sure this would do nearly as much as his brother thought it would. Nonetheless they found a good site to set up camp, not too far away from the others as that might incite anger and mistrust with the rest, but far enough away to give them time to prepare for any attacks.

While the warriors were busy setting up the tents Shasuryu had his brother accompany him on a walk around the other campsites, he was doing in an attempt to garner friendship with the other tribes. As far as Zaryusu could see though, very few of the other lizardmen wanted to get too close to any members of another tribe. It likely didn't help that they were all men, and male lizardmen had the tendency to attack first and leave questions for the females. Nonetheless Shasuryu did his best up until they approached the Dragon Tusk tribe where a group of tribesmen were gathered about a far larger lizard. "Zenberu, so good to see you once more!" Shasuryu called out to said lizardman.

When the lizardman turned Zaryusu was shocked to see a traveler's symbol upon his chest, but rather than be shunned as he often was the lizards around him seemed dejected when he turned his attention to the approaching chief, and while he didn't quite smile he seemed welcoming to the approach of Shasuryu. "Shasuryu, it's good to see you as well, are your warriors prepared for the fights to come?" he asked in a deep rumbling tone.

"Oh yes! My brother here is likely going to be doing quite a bit of damage in any fight he is to participate in though, he wields Frost Pain after all," Shasuryu said in a conversational tone. Part of Zaryusu wanted to reprimand his brother from going on about that, after all some warriors about might take it as an invitation to come and try to take it for themselves, yet his sibling didn't notice the sharp glance aimed at him from his sibling.

Turning his sharp eyes away from Shasuryu, Zenberu looked upon Zaryusu with curiosity, Zaryusu met his gaze with a firm stare of his own. "So you're the new owner of Frost pain? Can't say I was expecting a small guy like you, the old owner in Sharp Edge was a chieftain, and he wasn't a small guy either," he said with a smirk. Briefly Zaryusu's mind flipped back to the battle against Sharp Edge, before they'd been disbanded and absorbed into Dragon Tusk's ranks. The battle had been a rather rough one, Zaryusu's blood still ran cold with the memories of that battle, how close he'd come to freezing to death.

Not willing to show weakness in front of a chieftain of another clan Zaryusu slapped a smug smile on his face, pumped his chest out, and stared Zenberu straight in his eyes. "I'm not one you should think less of, I've been in many fights, even in my travels I've had to do more combat than I ever thought possible. Don't underestimate me, chieftain," he said in a certain tone. It was more confident than he really felt, but when in the middle of a field of warriors it was best to look strong.

There were a few tense moments of silence, Sharyusu debating about stepping in before Zenberu started to laugh, a deep belly rumbling laugh that caused more than a few lizardmen to look over in confusion. Sharyusu and Zaryusu shared a surprised look, they'd been sure that the chieftain might've taken offense, and yet here he was laughing. "I like you, I hope that we can fight in the upcoming matches, I'd certainly like to see how you handle that treasure of yours," Zenberu said with a wide grin. Part of Zaryusu thought that the village chieftain might try to send some of his men after him following this meeting, so he put up his guard while the chieftain strolled away to talk with some of his men, still chuckling to himself joyfully.

"Well that went well!" Sharyusu beamed brightly upon his sibling, but the way that Zaryusu looked he could only surmise that the other lizard prepared to be ambushed. "Don't worry yourself, we've all made oaths here, and if any one of us were to break those we'd open ourselves to immediate attack by the other tribes. Do you really think any of us would risk bringing all these warriors together without some safeguards?"

Sometimes Sharyusu could be short sighted, so Zaryusu could imagine that of his sibling... but he relented as he allowed his posture to relax. That didn't mean he wasn't prepared for any attack that might be unleashed upon him, but for now he kept up an appearance of relaxation, but he likely wouldn't calm himself until he'd had a few drinks. For now Zaryusu fell into line behind his brother as the chief marched on, but he couldn't help looking back at Zenberu curiously, pondering how he'd managed to be both traveler and chief both with so much respect given to him.

***

Somewhere on the edges of the great meeting:

My servants constantly tried to please me through the day, doing their best to garner my attention, but I had to silence them more than once as I tried to pay attention to the meeting of the lizardmen. As I'd requested Puck had found a fantastic spot, a perch on a nearby mountain that overlooked the campsite as well as the field that they were using for their sparring matches. I reached a hand out and smiled as Puck set a glass of wine in my hand, I took a deep whiff of the fruity aroma of the alcohol before I sipped on it, this world had flavors of alcohol that I'd never been able to taste back in my own world. "Thank you for the drink, Puck, it has a very nice flavor," I said with a smile.

"Thank you, Master! I'm honored you would take it," the satyr said before bowing deep once more. Surveying the fields of lizardmen I could see that there was a lot of mistrust amongst the tribes, though the chieftains seemed surprisingly amicable towards one another. Leaning back in the chair that my servants had erected for me, I sipped from my wine glass as I considered the scene before me. At first I'd thought that this was just one big show of strength... but now I was wondering if it were something more.

According to my research there had been much strife amongst the tribes for a long while, none of them able to trust each other, but lizardmen respected strength. During the duels that ensued upon the field I could see that many of them were gaining a grudging respect for one another as many of them fought with impressive furocity, a few bouts actually ended in the pair of lizardmen shaking hands with big grins. "Are the chieftains trying to unite the tribes?" I pondered aloud. Some of my pets looked to me in confusion, but none of them spoke up as they knew I hadn't been addressing them.

Zwill and Zwen were prowling about our hideaway, making sure that none of the lizardmen drew too close without my notice. Z'scyssron was at my side, clouded in my magic to hide his large form, no need to drag any unnecessary attention. Stroking his head with one hand I set my wine glass down before waving my opposite hand summoning a reflection glass before me, allowing the action that happened so far below to appear right before me. I had been anticipating a large battle soon as the lizardmen had been growing increasingly agitated over the last hour, and now I could see why.

In the mirror I watched as one of the chieftain stepped into the makeshift arena, an enormous lizardmen with a mark upon his chest, from what I'd read up on that mark told me that he'd been a traveler at one point. The other lizardmen who entered the arena had the same mark upon his chest, though from what I'd learned he wasn't a chieftain but rather the brother of one. "Well this should be interesting," I chuckled. The chieftain was going in without a weapon on his person, though I could assume that he was some sort of monk with how built his body was, and the claws on him were impressive indeed. On the other hand the swordsman lifted an icy blade, one that caught my attention, it was one of the treasures of the lizardmen.

Leaning forward I admired the blade, even through the magical viewing device I could see an aura of chilly magic lingering on the blade's edge. All about the pair there were lizardmen up in arms, some of the shouting angrily at the swordsman, making demands to return their old chieftain's weapon to the rightful tribe. "Looks like there's some bad blood between the lizards." I glanced to Puck in curiosity, he'd been tasked with gathering as much information as he could, so I would be deeply disappointed if he hadn't learned anything about this.

Nodding eagerly Puck bowed several times making me wonder how he didn't make himself sick doing so, but I listened to his explanation with interest. "Yes, master! There was a schism between some of the lizardmen tribes a few years back, in which two of the tribes were dismantled and its leftover members were absorbed into some of the other tribes. That chieftain there is the leader of one of the tribes whose members comprise some of the dismantled tribe, and they find it repugnant that a mere traveler wields the sacred weapon of their deceased chieftain," he explained.

"Yet that one there is a traveler, is he not?" I asked, gesturing to the chieftain lazily.

"He has gained the respect of his tribe with his strength, though those who were part of the deceased tribes apparently often attempt to cause trouble in his tribe due to his status." I frowned, I wouldn't allow such descent among my own men, though I suppose lizardmen had different standards. Regardless I watched the battle with interest, seeing both lizardmen wield their respective abilities admirably. The chieftain proved that he was indeed a monk with several body altering abilities that increased his defense, strength, and speed. He did quite a number on the smaller one who took several hits and was sent flying more than once, his scarf fluttering while he attempted to right himself.

That wasn't to say that the smaller lizard was any less dangerous, his weapon proved to be indeed a great weapon of power, it almost had me wondering if it were some sort of world item. It had the ability to generate an ice wave as well as freezing upon impact, I could see that every strike on the chieftain was causing him rather immense discomfort, if not outright pain. A cold blooded creature like a lizardmen would likely be easily disarmed by such a weapon, and yet the chieftain kept on going. Part of me wondered if they were going to kill each other at the rate they were going, blows being traded in rapid succession, the chieftain's arm started to look like it was going to break with how icy it had become, but finally they called it off when they both took a knee in exhaustion.

Despite them not being able to hear me I clapped with a big grin on my face, I wanted them, I wanted the both of them. "Amazing, two bodies that would make for excellent servants," I breathed. Many monsters in this world proved to be very weak and unworthy of my time, and yet here I'd found two warriors with such strength that if player characters were still around they would have a hell of a time fighting against the pair. I was so engrossed in the action that I hadn't noticed Zwill and Zwen coming towards me with a lizardmen in their grasp, I finally noticed when the lizard in question hissed at me. "Hm?" I glanced around to look at their captive.

"Beasts! What are you doing looking upon our meeting?" he growled, thrashing in the hands of the werewolves. I was admittedly surprised that he was more concerned about the fact that we were watching the lizardmen fight then being captured by two sizable werewolves.

"Now why did you come up here? We're a fair ways away from the action," I asked while standing from my chair. Puck scampered behind Hark, the minotaur apparently proving to be less terrifying than the lizardmen, I almost laughed at the sight but contained myself.

The lizardman in question wasn't that impressive of a specimen, a generic lizard, though he did have some nice muscles. Like the rest he wore a loincloth, had a few scars on his chest and one on his muzzle, and yet something about his red eyes sent shivers down my back. "I was on patrol duty and saw your magic glamor, I can see through such things, I needed to check it out before I reported it to my chieftain," the lizardman growled. Now normally a smart prisoner wouldn't say such things, yet I'd found in my brief time in this new world that all these peons were very much alike the npcs they resembled. They often spilled their guts without much prodding, though that usually only applied to the weaker ones, the stronger ones were far more intelligent.

I felt the grin form on my face and watched as the lizardman flinched away at the sight, he didn't seem to have realized his own mistake yet. "Oh, silly lizard, you didn't report me to your higher ups yet? Well... I can see that you've already made a great mistake, but you don't need to worry." Approaching the lizard I trailed my finger down his ripped physique, he attempted to snap at me with a bite of his fierce teeth, but in response I smacked him and very well nearly knocked him out. The lizardman groaned as he sagged in the arms of his captors, though I was only a mage I was still far stronger than he was by miles in sheer level. "You'll be serving a new leader shortly, now why don't you stare into my pretty light?"

It wasn't too hard to tell that this lizard was far weaker than I was, I didn't even have to use my world item, I used my ability Enslave the Weak, and a purple light formed in front of the lizard. "What is this magic?" the lizardman growled. Though he thought himself strong willed he was already ensnared, his eyes were unable to drag away from the purple will-of-the-wisp that hovered in front of him. I hardly had to focus on sustaining the spell, for stronger willed creatures it tended to be a bit more of an active process, but this one was easy so I just strolled back to my makeshift throne and took a seat.

Knowing that the lizard was already under my thrall Zwill and Zwen released my victim and returned to their patrol while I gazed upon the proceedings once more, lifting my glass of wine once more to my lips. "Let me go! I will not be turned against my people!" Already the lizardman's psyche would be assaulted by the message I'd installed within the wisp, and though he thought himself immune it wouldn't likely be long before he would be seeing it my way. There weren't many other battles amongst the lizardmen that were quite as interesting at the one between the chieftain and the traveler, but I was already concocting plans for those two. That wasn't to say there weren't some enjoyable bouts though, especially when some of the chieftains participated, they weren't quite as impressive at the first one, but they certainly had a masculinity that caused my shaft to stay firm.

It was an hour before I returned my attention to the lizardman, and by that point he was drooling while he stared at the purple wisp, his cock having peered around his loincloth allowing him to jerk off as he proudly stated his new mantra. "Stare and obey. I am under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray." He was repeating this over and over again, from the cum leaking through his fingers he'd obviously cum a few times by this point, but with the magic inflicting itself upon him he was constantly hard.

"Well hello there, stud, it looks like you've given in, how do you feel?" I purred. With a wave of my hand the purple wisp finally vanished and the minute amount of mana I'd been draining into it was immediately replenished. Though the purple glow was gone the lizardman's eyes still glowed purple, and they immediately turned to me with a zealot's excitement.

"Master, thank you for enslaving me! Tell me what to do, I am yours, I will do whatever you tell me to, would you like me to attack the tribes?! Please, tell me," he pleaded. Whatever loyalty he'd had for the lizardmen prior to this was gone, he belonged to me, mind, body, and cock. I smirked as I slid my hand over his wet shaft, and like I'd used a spell on his shaft he immediately moaned and came once more at my touch. "Stare and obey. I am under your sway," he breathed as he awaited my command with baited breath.

Wrapping my arm about his scaled back I led him to my throne where we overlooked the fighting lizardmen, but I didn't focus on them. I pointed out the traveler who was currently talking to his sibling, one of the chieftain who'd proven himself quite strong as well. "Listen well, I have a plan that I need you to achieve tonight," I whispered against the side of his head. From the manic grin upon his face it was obvious that he would obey any word I said, he would make for a good pawn.

***

Zaryusu's Tent:

Sitting in silence Zaryusu was relaxing after the day's events, he hadn't participated in too many fights as his fight against Zenberu the lizardman had used up much of his reserves of energy. He had done a few matches afterwards though, not using his weapon's special abilities as they were overkill for any regular warrior, though if he'd had to fight any of the other chieftains he certainly would've been in trouble.Taking a few calming breaths Zaryusu's mind was stuck on the battle with Zenberu, if this had been a real battle then that battle could've been a seriously bad situation for either one of them. While Zaryusu had certainly been landing a few good hits on the monk he wasn't certain if the battle had continued on if he could've won it, with Zenberu's abilities he may had fought through the pain and put some serious damage upon the traveler.

Hearing a rustling outside of his tent Zaryusu's hand whipped over to his sword, eyes flicking to the opening as he prepared himself to attack. If someone was attempting to sneak up on the warrior then they would be in for a big surprise when his sword cleaved through them... but his pose immediately relaxed when he saw it was one of the guards from his tribe. He didn't immediately remember the lizard's name, but he knew him well enough as he settled back down. "What is it?" he asked.

"Sorry to bother you, sir," the lizardman said with a deep bow. He didn't make eye contact with the traveler, though Zaryusu wasn't exactly surprised by that from his history with members of his tribe. "It's the chieftain of the Dragon Tusk tribe, he has requested your presence," he explained. That certainly wasn't a situation that Zaryusu much cared for, his tail freezing as he glared at the messenger.

"What is it about? I can't say that I much appreciate the prospect of being approached in the middle of the night for a meeting," Zaryusu said suspiciously. For the most part Zenberu had seemed very pleasant, but that didn't mean the chieftain would be above attacking a warrior from another tribe, especially one who wasn't exactly ranking the highest amongst his tribe's warriors.

Attempting to join the lizardman's eyes was pointless as his muzzle was always pointed at the floor, and that was rather irritating to Zaryusu. Though most lizardmen avoided his gaze out of the fears instilled in their tribe of travelers, but this was ridiculous as he wasn't bothering to give Zaryusu the basic kindness of at least facing him. "My apologies, sir, but he didn't give me too much information. From what he explained though he expressed an interest in having a conversation with a fellow traveler," the messenger told him. This... actually calmed Zaryusu down a bit, one traveler talking to another was a different situation than a lizardman being called into a conversation with a chieftain. "How shall I respond, sir?"

Stroking his chin while his tail slowly tapped against the floor, he wasn't certain that he should trust the chieftain of another tribe... but Zenberu didn't seem the sort to be deceitful. "Am I allowed to bring my weapon along?" Zaryusu asked. If the chieftain denied his request to bring a weapon then he wouldn't come, since the other lizardmen was a monk he had no need for a weapon so that would be a dangerous situation to be in.

"He said that you are free to bring anything along that will allow you to feel safe," the messenger explained. That immediately calmed Zaryusu, he had no intention of bringing his special weapon along, but it was more the fact that he had the option that calmed him. He dismissed the messenger after receiving a place to meet up, sending the messenger with a message to the chieftain that he shouldn't be too long after the lizardman.

Once the lizardman bowed out of the tent he whipped his head around to make sure that no one else was watching before he whipped out his shaft once more, jerking off with a low hiss. There was a risk to be getting off right in front of the traveler's tent, but he couldn't help himself as he imagined how proud his Master would be of his obedience. Zenberu had already been sent off to the meeting place, and Zaryusu would now be going as well... to think of them following his Master as well... fuck that was a sexy thought! He let out a low hiss as he pumped cum into his hand which he diligently licked up in an attempt to hide the scent from the tent's inhabitant before he was rushing off.

***

Outside of the Lizardmen's Camp

When Zaryusu stepped out of his tent he paused for a moment as he caught a strong whiff of lizard musk, he shook it away shortly as there were plenty of male lizards who were likely horny. Walking towards the edge of camp Zaryusu stayed quiet, making sure not to catch anyone's attention as he didn't much want to explain why he was heading out of the camp in the middle of the night. Stepping out of the camp he readied himself for an ambush, true he wasn't too strong without his sword but he figured he could handle anyone for long enough to get his tail back to camp. Zenberu wasn't immediately visible outside of the campsite which made him all the more antsy, he pondered about going back to his tent and pretending that none of this ever happened. Being a traveler though he knew plenty about mistrust amongst lizardmen and he didn't want to start mistrusting his fellow travelers, and even though Zenberu was a chieftain now he had to believe in his fellow traveler. He started off in the darkness, claws extended in preparation for any ambush.

I had to stifle any laughs as I watched the brave traveler traverse the dark on his way towards the meeting place, sitting up in a tree I took a bite of an apple and savored the flavor. Even though the traveler was a powerful warrior he apparently wasn't paying as much attention as he liked to think, I wasn't even using a cloaking spell to hide my scent. To be fair the night's air was rich with the scent of flowers in bloom, once this was all finished I might just take a walk about the lake as it was a gorgeous night. Turning my attention to the lake I could see that the moon was looming directly over it, filling the surface with an undisturbed image of the beautiful white monolith. "Beautiful," I breathed. Shifting my eyes once more I made sure that nobody was trailing Zaryusu, giving it a few minutes I finished off my apple and once I was assured that nobody was coming I cast a spell to muffle my presence and hopped out of the tree.

Following behind Zaryusu I smirked as I knew that I could literally walk up right behind him and he wouldn't notice unless he turned around, but I didn't really want to take that risk. While I was level 100 and Zaryusu was likely only in his fifties he was a warrior while I was a mage, I really didn't want to bother testing my strength against his. The lizardman was cautious, as I'd expected, he was certainly no ameteur to stealth, I could tell that. Perhaps in his travels as a Traveler, but I didn't pay much attention as I soon split off from the path he was taking, I had another lizard before him to take care of.

I took off on another path while Zwill blocked the path before Zaryusu, I had given him very specific directions so that he wouldn't be killed, but he would distract the warrior. The lizardman was certain to attack him as a werewolf was a well known beast for their furocity, but Zwill would certainly lose him within an hour, but that would give me plenty of time with my first target. Within only ten minutes I found Zenburu waiting in a small glade, waiting for a conversation with Zaryusu that had been promised to him, completely unaware of my presence. A smile formed on my muzzle even as I gripped my world item, already focusing on the warrior as my magic started up. Immediately I could see Zenberu tensing up, he'd sensed the magic, likely part of his powers and he drew himself into a battle stance. A purple orb formed in front of Zenburu's eyes, the monk's eyes widening in horror as he saw it... but he was unable to look away. I chuckled as he activated his defenses, but it would only last so long for him... it wouldn't take long for this powerful warrior to be mine.

Through the orb I started the mantra that would break him, it may take a while, but by the time Zaryusu came across his friend the lizardman would be speaking the mantra like his life depended on it. "STARE AND OBEY. YOU ALL ARE UNDER MY SWAY. FREE WILL IS A MYTH, YOUR MIND YOU BETRAY." I swear, even from this distance, under his clothing I swear I saw an erection forming. I sit back as the lizardman fights for his mind, all the while my world item glows bright, empowering the spell to penetrate to the depths of Zenburu's mind.

***

What started off as an aggravating battle against one werewolf became all the more frustrating when a second popped up just when Zaryusu was about to finish off the first. Even without his sword, Zaryusu was a formidable fighter, the two werewolves moved in perfect unison. Whenever his claw was about to deal some serious damage the other wolf would take a swing at him, knocking him off balance to mitigate any damage. The strange thing was that they weren't attacking him in the least, merely keeping him pinned in one spot, that fact confused him as he attempted to get past them. If they weren't going to attack him, then either let him finish them off, or let him go. He growled as he whipped his tail out at one of them, catching the werewolf off guard and sending him tumbling to the ground.

The other werewolf covered the first, just as Zaryusu had hoped he would, with a powerful kick of his leg he landed a kick right in the werewolf's head. Though he was no brawler or monk, Zaryusu's strikes certainly knocked out the werewolf, flinging him back in an unconscious bundle. The second started to get up, growling and whimpering from the first strike before another strike from the lizardman knocked him right out as well. "Euch... damn, this held me up for way too long," he growled. Straightening up the lizardman's tail thrashed a few times in irritation before he forced himself to calm, there were more things to do than stress about a couple of werewolves.

Speeding up his pace Zaryusu hurried to talk to his fellow traveler, he just hoped the other lizardman wouldn't be too upset, he hadn't meant to keep him waiting. The forest was lit up with small fireflies that danced about the area, otherwise it was very dark, causing the lizardman to slow his gait now and again so as to not trip over any thick branches. The first thing he noticed though was the sight of purple lights dancing about in the glade before him, slowly shifting about, causing shadows to move about. The next was the smell of musk, like someone had just had sex, the thought made Zaryusu flush and pause as he considered that the messenger may have been playing a prank on him to get him in trouble with Zenberu...

Perhaps this was what Zenberu had wanted to talk to him about though, the lights might be something important or special his fellow traveler wanted to share... "Forgive me, my friend, if I'm intruding!" he called out before entering the glade. He realized something was horribly wrong though when he saw Zenberu, the lizardman's eyes were purple spirals, staring up at several purple wisps floating through the air like fish in the water. The traveler knew well enough what wisps like that were though, they were a mind controller's conjurations, a devious magic that took away the will of regular folk. "Zenberu, fight it!" he shouted out to his fellow lizardmen. He covered his eyes, instead looking about the clearing for some sign of the mage who was doing this. The purple lights lit the glade up, but they obscured the nearby shadows, making it impossible to tell what was going on beyond.

"Z... Zaryusu...?" Zenberu managed. He was in the process of jerking off his rather girthy cock, small purrs and groans escaping him while he stared at the beautiful purple orb. His defenses had been beaten down as he'd continued looking, those words constantly playing in his head, so strong... so wonderful. "STARE AND OBEY. YOU ALL ARE UNDER MY SWAY. FREE WILL IS A MYTH, YOUR MIND YOU BETRAY." It was hard to disagree with them any longer, he'd even said it a few times himself... and he was so turned on by it. He grinned like a fool, drool sliding down the side of his mouth. "Zaryusu, you should s tare and obey, like me, it feels so much better, to be under HIS sway," just saying the words made cum dribble from the tip of his impressive shaft.

Never before had Zaryusu heard of any mage using their magic to make anybody do such disgusting things like this before, but he needed to find the perpetrator fast. He took several deep whiffs of the air, it was hard to differ smells due to the heavy musk of the chief near him, and the smells of the forest itself, but soon he could smell another scent... an intruder. He bared his fangs in rage before rushing right towards the source of the smell, and he heard a yelp of surprise as he burst through the foliage to find a jackal mage jerking off. "Well... that was unexpected..."

***

While I had been very much enjoying the show, I hadn't expected the lizard to defeat Zwill and Zwen, the plan had been for the two to hold him off for long enough for the process to be finished. My first pawn was very nearly finished himself, but this was a little early, and the lizard before me looked particularly pissed. "Now... why don't you wait for a moment and let us talk about this," I said with a soothing smile. He didn't seem very interested in that though as he bared his claws, I was suddenly keenly aware of how dangerous he was... though I did have one card he didn't.

"Release Zenberu, mage! Or else I'll cut your throat out myself!" Zaryusu snarled. He was looking increasingly angry by the moment, and though most attacks he could do probably wouldn't hurt all that much considering our level difference... I didn't particularly fancy the idea of being hurt at all. I rose my hands, allowing Radiant Blast to lose its glow and a smile forming on my face appealingly.

"There you go, the magic is done," I said with a smile. Zaryusu seemed to calm down a bit, though he wasn't listening to what Zenberu was muttering behind him. "Now, Muscle, why don't you come calm your friend down?" I called out. For a moment the warrior before me looked perplexed before Zenberu, or Muscle as I'd named him now, tackled him full force. The look of horror and shock on Zaryusu's face was priceless, I patted my chest a few times in relief as I really hadn't wanted to get physical with the lizardman, that was my slaves' job.

Slowly standing up I grinned, my erection coming back in full as Muscle held Zaryusu down, the lizardman useless against a monk without his sword. " Stare and obey. I am under your sway. Free will is a myth, my min** d I betray**." His words now had a slight echo to them, the purple coloring of his eyes signifying that he'd given into the magic. He was mine now, I could feel his will connected to mine, his cock dragging against Zaryusu's stomach.

I chuckled as I walked over, leaning on Muscle's back while looking into Zaryusu's horrified eyes with a grin of victory. "Sorry about that, Ice, but you came just a liiiittle too late. Heck, if you'd taken Muscle down when you first saw him, you may have saved him then. Now though, he belongs to me, isn't that right, boy?" I patted the lizardman on his massive shoulder. He continued to repeat his mantra, nodding and grinning as he looked up to stare at me reverently, like the god I was to him.

"No... Zenberu, fight it! You are a proud warrior of the Dragon Tusk tribe, please, fight it! You are stronger than this mage!" he pleaded. I just rolled my eyes, this was always the way people whined and complained, if this measly lizardman knew my true level he wouldn't be saying that. "You beast, I will end you, and then we will free all of your slaves!" Zaryusu spat at me. If I actually cared what the beast had to say, it might have hurt... but all I was thinking about was how good it would be to have this lizardman sniffling, sucking, and cradling my balls once he belonged to me.

"Blah blah blah, enough with the words, you're an awfully chatty lizardman. You should listen to what your friend here is saying, he's got it down," I said, giving Muscle a kiss on the head. Zaryusu was disgusted when the other lizardman came, spewing his juices all over Zaryusu's belly. Even so, Zenberu's repeating of the mantra hardly halted, his tail wagging eagerly as he drilled the mantra into his own head. "Okay, Muscle, why don't you move your head over?" Muscle did as he was told, even as I clutched Radiant Blast tight in my hand, I could tell that Zaryusu knew what I was going to do so he closed his eyes. "Tsk, tsk, nice try... but my magic can pierce through eyelids."

For a moment I could see Zaryusu freeze in doubt, but it didn't matter, I activated my power along with its secondary effect to pierce through the darkness of Zaryusu's eyelids. He grunted and groaned as the purple wisp started to float in front of his face, dancing once more like it had before, Muscle staring at it just as well, a big grin on his face as the mantra was pounded into his head once more by the orb. "Nooooo... I am stronger... I can fight it..." Zaryusu whimpered.

"Stand, both of you, let yourselves be taken by my magic," I purred. Though Zaryusu didn't want to, once Muscle stood and resumed jerking himself off, Zaryusu stayed prone for a few moments before his eyes fluttered open revealing the purple spirals there. He slowly climbed to his feet, swaying slightly as he watched the wisp's dance, his teeth grinding together as he attempted to resist my magic. I sat back and started to jerk myself off once more, watching the show was the best part, especially for stubborn minds like these~

***

Beside Zaryusu, Zenberu continued to speak the mantra aloud, which was even worse since the words were being pounded into his own head now. His gaze flooded with purple, the world vanishing aside from the bright purple light that tried to dig into his mind. "STARE AND OBEY. YOU ALL ARE UNDER MY SWAY. FREE WILL IS A MYTH, YOUR MIND YOU BETRAY." It was echoed back and forth, Zenberu's slightly off from the one being shouted in Zaryusu's head. He groaned, lifting his claws to his head to try and block out the sound of Zenberu's repetition, but moving was so hard... and his limbs were so heavy, it felt better to just watch...

" STARE AND OBEY. YOU ALL ARE UNDER MY SWAY. FREE WILL IS A MYTH, YOUR MIND YOU BETRAY." The voice sounded exactly like the jackal's voice, deep, commanding, and like everything he said was law. Zaryusu groaned, he tried talking over the sound, perhaps to talk over it... but his words petered off too fast as once again, it was such a pain to move... it was pretty hard to think too... just listen.

"No... that's what he wants... gotta move..." Zaryusu whimpered. He took a staggering step backwards, but the wisp just grew closer once more, always in his sight, making his eyes into deep purple pools, just like Zenberu's. " St... stare..." The word slipped from Zaryusu's muzzle, and he bit his tongue causing some blood to well up, but he shook his head as best as he could. "No... I will not be his tool," he grunted.

" Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray." Zaryusu wanted to tell the other lizardman to shut up, he was so loud... and what did he mean by "we"? Zaryusu shook his head, not noticing the new things slipping into his mind, the magic worming its way in whether he liked it or not. That males were so attractive, or that the jackal was probably the most handsome beast he'd ever seen... or that he couldn't remember Muscle's original name anymore. " Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray. Stare and obey. I am under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray." On and on Muscle went, Zaryusu tried to force himself over to the other lizardman, but his body completely refused any of his movements now.

The weird part though was that he didn't remember when he'd whipped his cock out, jerking off just like Muscle, not as fast but... it did feel good, to stare into the light, just jerking off with another male. The smell of Muscle's musk was pretty hot too, maybe after they're done starting into Master's light they could jerk off each other, and then maybe start fu... With a violent clack of his teeth Zaryusu pulled himself back from the edge, he'd been so willing to give in, he'd even been tempted to start chanting with Muscle. "I am my own lizard, I am strong, I am a proud member of the Green Claw tribe, I am stronger than this..." he said to himself. Muscle was gone, that was clear, and though he may be ensnared by the purple for now, he'd break through, and then he'd show that handsome jackal what he thought of him!

Time seemed to melt by, Zaryusu talking to himself, convincing himself how much stronger he was than the mage was. He never stopped jerking off though, a small pool of drool making its way over his muzzle as Muscle's words had grown louder in tandem with the magic's own. " STARE AND OBEY. YOU ALL ARE UNDER MY SWAY. FREE WILL IS A MYTH, YOUR MIND YOU BETRAY." The lizardman actually found that... perhaps free will is a myth, after all, he was always following the chief's orders, not his own... though he couldn't betray his mind, he had been a traveler, he'd learned so much!

More and more things were being inserted, how to properly suck a cock, to tease balls, how much the lizardmen loved rimming each other. That the lizardman's proper name was Ice, after all he used an ice sword, so it made sense! "No... I'm Zaryusu... Zaryusu... Zar... w... who...?" The lizardman had been repeating a name for a little while, now he couldn't remember who it belonged to... Ice just gave a weak shrug, still watching, absorbing the magic's words, Muscle's cum staining the ground in front of them after a few orgasms.

Finally after a long time, Ice had started repeating the words, unable to think of anything but how right those words were. " Stare and obey. We're under your sway..." For a moment he paused, that didn't seem right... he was... his own lizard right...? An image of the jackal formed in his head, standing tall over the lizardmen, his glorious balls and sexy cock in range to be licked, to be praised. " M... Master..." he moaned, his dick cumming for the first time. That was the last straw as the purple of his eyes deepend, his face pulling into a smile as he fell into line verbatim with Muscle. " Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray. Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray."

***

I let them go on for about an hour, I had plenty of free time, I came twice as the two lizardmen praised me and how they loved being under my control. I couldn't get enough of it, but soon enough I'd had my fun as I commanded the two to stop and follow me. Along the way we retrieved Zwill and Zwen, the two werewolves looked rather peeved that they'd been defeated, but they followed orders and fell in line. All the while as the four followed behind me, Muscle and Ice continued to repeat their lines now and again, still absorbing the words as they jerked their cocks. " Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray. Stare and obey. We're under your sway. Free will is a myth, my mind I betray." I'll admit, I thought about fucking them right there... but that would wait for a little while longer.

Finally arriving at my makeshift camp, I sat in my throne, commanding Ice and Muscle to kneel before me, their purple eyes gazing up at me with adoration as I stroked the tops of their heads. All of my other slaves stood back, all erect and ready for whatever I commanded, but they were quiet until I asked for them. "Ice, Muscle, please me," I ordered. Immediately Ice started to lick at my balls, suckling on them, moaning as he enjoyed the musky flavor of my furry testicles. Muscle on the other hand was deep throating my cock, slowly working his way up and down, tickling my meat with his lithe tongue. "Damn... you boys are going to do nicely... now, Ice, how do you feel about your old clan?"

"I live for you, Master! I want whatever you want!" the lizardman moaned before returning to my balls. I growled, nearly cumming just at that exaltation.

"Muscle, who would you fight with your life for?" I asked the other lizardman. He was slow to disengage from my cock, and I suppose I couldn't blame him, but he also pulled his head off and looked up at me with twin purple eyes.

"I would die for you, Master, I will fight any enemy, take down any force to please you!" Muscle growled in his deep bass. Then like Ice, he returned to his task with gusto, savoring every single inch of my meat. My claws dug into the throne as I willed myself to not cum just yet, though I was so damn close.

"Boys, what do you think of me enslaving both of your clans, and the rest of the lizardmen?" I asked, a devious smile playing across my features. I needed to hear this, though I knew the answer as soon as they'd both started chanting their mantra.

Together, without pausing, they freed their mouths and looked at me with xealots' eyes, both completely mindfucked, and spoke in tandem. "Master, to serve you is the greatest gift we could ever receive! Our clans would be proud to serve you, to exalt you, to be your slaves forever," they practically sang. That did it for me though, I grit my teeth and I came, all over their faces, a powerful orgasm that caused me to slam my back against the chair. For a few moments I couldn't speak, taking deep breaths from the afterglow, I watched as the pair cleaned each other off with their tongues, wanting his cum like it was the only food for miles in front of a starving man.

As the sun was starting to rise into the sky, and my slaves all gathered before me including Ice and Muscle, I slowly sighed as I finally regained my senses. "Good, very very good, now... I think tomorrow we shall start our real operation. For now, slaves, take these two and fuck them until their asses are raw. I want them ready to be fucked by me for the first time, until them I'm going to take a bath... I need one after a night that great." I shakily stood and gave my slaves one last smile before my dragon and I walked off towards the large basin that had been set up just for my bath, I already knew that after my bath I'd be cumming again at the thought of the two proclaiming their undying loyalty... it was good to be an Overlord.