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Chapter One

Part Two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

She agreed with her master, of course, that revenge was to be had. It was not that he controlled her mind in that manner but her heart pulsed for it, driving and pounding like the thrust of his cock into her pussy. As much as it was hard to think about anything else when he was engaged into grinding into her hot sex over and over again, all for his pleasure, she could think of nothing more satisfying than taking revenge on those who had sought to abuse her good position in the elfish community. She was a warrior, an assassin, she was someone in high-standing in the world – and they had thought to use her for such a common goal, a crude goal? All had, of course, come to light after that initial sexual meeting of their souls, how Eric had thought to steal the relic and the priest had escalated it, all unduly, to an extreme level. It was an overreaction to someone like Eric at the best of times but did lead them both to wonder, at least a little, just what was so important about that relic that they wanted to protect it so.

If it was different, that was their quarrel to bear. Yet they would have their revenge on those who had sought to grind them down, use and abuse them, cast them aside from the living, breathing face of the world.

The abbot that Eric sought out was not far away, staying in the guest chambers of the priest, whose less than humble abode was attached to the church. Maybe, in the grand scheme of royalty and nobles in the world, it could have possibly have been considered humble and simple but it may as well have been a palace for how many worlds apart it was set from what Eric was used to. The stained glass had been placed carefully to give the stone building, set with ornate lantern holders, an air of lustful ignorance as to how the poor lived, despite how simply the priest seemed to be dressed. In hindsight, Eric could recognise the quality in the cloth he bore, especially when compared to his own. That comparison, however, would soon no longer be present in such a stark contrast.

The abbot travelled, although not far, overseeing a few monasteries and nunneries, although her sway extended further than the reach of her eyes. The priests were also managed, her feeding of information down through them what channelled the content of the often daily sermons, although it all seemed, at least to Eric, to be a rehash of all that had been said before. Her power, regardless, was absolute and only those higher than her in the standing of the church could really do anything to control her, all looking up to her for her eagle-eye and chilling demeanour.

She, however, was not a woman to be trifled with. Eric did not quite know how he could have forgotten that the abbot, the leader of the monks and nuns in that denomination of the church, was female but religion beyond what he was forced to attend had never much concerned him. His mind had been too simple back then, too easily distracted, and that was all well and good and understandable; he'd been a different man back then. But the woven rug and rich colours drew on a pang of longing in his heart, wanting to curl his toes into it and see just how different it was from a cold, haggard dirt floor.

Soon.

_ _

He would have to be patient.

Up the stone stairs, quietly, Asha leading the way. He copied her, walking slowly and lightly, shifting his weight as if he was afraid of floorboards creaking, which was also a very real threat once whey emerged onto the first-floor landing where the guest chambers, apparently, were located. It had been servants that they'd overhead talking about the abbot and when she took to bed and to prayer, though the little information that they'd gleaned had been more than enough. Truly, there was no threat to those in the church in their world, the threat of going to hell more than enough to stay the hand of many that could have otherwise have sought to steal and usurp, and the doors were not even to be found locked as they stole through the abode like mice down by the church pews.

Abbot Magrathe slumbered as if she was an angel, although one could have considered her to be a very dark kind of angel indeed. Even in sleep, she had her hands folded across her chest in prayer, tucked between her breasts, which were a little on the large side, it could be said. That, however, would require her clothes to be removed to truly tell, even as the effect of gravity lightly tugged them to either side of her body, unsupported even in her status. It was probably deemed something too garish and crude to support one's breasts when they were sleeping, although the light definition of her nipples showing through in the flickering lantern-light did draw his eye in the most delectable of fashions.

Reaching for his power, Eric exhaled slowly, trying to find it once more. It was a strange thing that he had played with in the days since everything had changed, hiding out with Asha in a rudimentary shelter in the forest that was, of course, much more homely than his little hut. He couldn't let the priest know, as yet, that he was still alive, not until he could control what had been so graciously gifted to him, what was now his to wield as he chose – or not, as it was.

It slipped through his fingers, clutching and squeezing through a busy mind, and he nipped at his lip, one of his teeth chipped from an accident as a boy. He thought it gave him character but he wouldn't have wanted to be gap-toothed. He wanted to be one of those men that the ladies couldn't keep their hands off, ladies like Asha. And Asha couldn't keep her hands off him, which was a good thing indeed as he had her working his cock day and night, seducing him and pleasing him, letting him build up his stamina more and more as he pounded her.

As if she knew what he was thinking, her hand crept down to the bulge in his only slightly better cut trousers (that had been a little something, at least, that she'd been able to assist with, her skills a little better than his in that regard), squeezing and groping. His bulge fit the shape of her palm perfectly even as the flesh down there hardened, rising to attention, though she whimpered softly, holding her breath, eyes shining in the darkness.

Then, and only then, did it come, the glimmering of power slipping out and teasing around Magrathe, whispering in through her ear, although it could not be seen by a mere human eye. No, that sort of power was something that only a demon could see and Malekor was surely watching from hell, the underworld boiling over beneath their feet, a driving force that fuelled every nuance of evil and debauchery in the world.

Asha eased her hand inside, up against his erection, and he fumbled, the woman on the bed stirring before them. Yet she was too deep in slumber to rise so easily, tossing and turning over on her side, heavy breasts spilling to the side of her evidently chubby form, grey hair fanned out around her head in a false halo.

“Slowly..." Asha breathed, so quietly that not even the sleeping could be disturbed. “You have to go slowly..."

How she knew was solely from what Eric had told her for he was the only master in training of mind control in the human realm at that time – at least, to his knowledge. Whether Malekor liked to sow his brand of chaos more widely or not was another question but not one that, indeed, Eric was like to get the answer to. Best not to worry too much about that one.

He had her, slowly and carefully, although it should have been more difficult than ever to concentrate with Asha's hand on his cock. It should have been something beyond what he felt able to do but it helped him along, sharpening his focus and fuelling his desire, drawing her with undue softness and gentleness into the folds of his control. Abbot Magrathe would be his and he could not help but smirk as he stood over her, fingers twitching, itching to finally take what he already deemed well enough to be his.

Her eyes opened, revealing blue irises, but she was already his, blinking and sitting up slowly while Asha giggled, stepping back. The warrior-elf was a force to be reckoned with, even in a giggle, her energy quivering to attention as if she could leap into action at a moment's notice.

“Oh..."

Shooting her a look, Eric quieted her without even moving, tying the mental knot of control and linking it to himself. There was no more that was needed or within his realm of knowledge at that point and he stepped back to survey his handiwork, the woman before him one who had ordered his death for no real reason at all. And just what punishment did a crime like that entail, he wondered?

His servant would be a start.

“Who are you?" Magrathe breathed, looking up at him as if he was a figure that she should have been praising. “Oh, heavens... My lord... My lord?"

She fumbled with her words, peering at him through the gloom, but she didn't have to think or worry when her mind was in such a frazzled state, her mentality coming to terms, however slowly, with the fact that thinking of her own free will was just something that she should no longer take for granted. She might know that he was in control of her, if he chose to abuse her in that way, or she might not: the delicious choice in that regard was entirely up to Eric, the puppet master of them all.

“Strip."

He needed only the one word to take her in hand, Magrathe blinking slowly and nodding as she got up, thickly slurring her words together as if she had partaken in the forbidden ales before going to bed.

“Yes... Yes... Yes, of course."

It was not her usual manner of speaking but that was fine as she would not need to be her strict and stern self, though it was not an act that she put on, simply how she was. She was chilly and above it all, knowing her position and ruling with due bluntness and ferocity, yet Eric could take her in hand, make her into something else. She swung her legs out of bed and stood even as she drew her nightdress up and over her head, insisting on tugging it up and over without even undoing the little buttons, so neat all in their line. Eric's lips pressed together into a thin, hard line. He'd never had buttons.

But that was not something that he needed to think about, shoving away the curdling of anger twisting up through his gut. Better to leave that for another time and simply enjoy the lust of her body being revealed, chubby folds rolling forth as her heaving breasts tugged down lightly under their own weight. Her undergarments, an underskirt that came down to her ankles, met the same fate, although Eric's eyes were no longer even on the jealousy in the well-made cloth and tight stitches. No, he could only see her full breasts as the nipples seemed to pull her breasts down, the taut peaks perking up in the cooler air of the bedchamber. They would not be very cold for long, however, as Eric spared himself a moment to ensure that they would not be disturbed, taking a chance and spreading his influence through the hallways, sending out a barrier that would keep the priest's mind from wandering and perhaps even hearing just what was going on in his guest quarters.

“You look lovely," Eric purred, his expression softening, heart pounding with lust for her. “And you're going to look even lovelier when you know what I've got planned for you..."

She chuckled lightly and tipped her head coyly as if she was a much younger woman, the sharp line of her chin devolving into the softness of her flesh.

“Oh... Oh, I am confident that I will, young man. And how handsome you are!"

He shivered. It was hard not to lean into what she wanted from him right then and there, the lust in her eyes shining through. Of course, that came from his mind control but he was a man with desires too – dark desires. They weren't possible to play out without the element of mind control in his hands to use and abuse as he desired but that ceased to matter as he reached for her, seeing every moment as if he was present in it and yet still detached, fingers closing on her breasts, kneading and massaging. Although he'd had his fun with Asha, of course, he had needs still to fulfil and an older woman, one with greying hair and a body that had seen the weight of the years and wisdom... Why, that was something that stirred up so very much in him that he could barely control himself, cock plumping up thick and full and hard.

Groaning, Eric did not even have to tell Asha to disrobe him, freeing his erection instantly as her hands did the work for him. Anything for him, her human lord, the one she loved, the one she adored above all else. She needed him and yet his lust was to be taken in the realm of revenge and she watched with bated breath as her muscled god stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, face soft and yet that boyish smirk still tugging at his lips as if he could not quite banish his evident enjoyment of it.

But he was meant to enjoy it, yes, it was meant to make him happy. Was that not the most important thing for him, her king and her love? Smiling, Eric brushed her head lightly with his fingertips and she sweetly leaned into his touch, letting her kneel on the rug while he took his liberties with the one who had sent Asha to have him killed.

Revenge would be sweeter than what she had planned for him.

“Very good..." Eric said softly, knowing that the power in his voice came through regardless of how loud or not his voice was. “Now, stand by that chair, that one over there."

Nodding, he gestured to the only chair in the room – the one before the dressing table, which was a luxury afforded only to those with the coin to waste on appearances. She did not seem a woman that took liberties with her appearance in terms of rouge and shades but Eric was more interested in the folds of skin layering her body, her curves holding even with age, the shape of her something that he wanted to run his hands over repeatedly, just to memorise the feel of her. And her on the chair was just what he needed, touching her mind again just so that she would slip into a trance, ignoring them as she took up position, staring blankly around the room as if there was something else there that was supposed to catch her attention.

“What?" She murmured, eyes falling downcast. “Who's there? Is someone listening to me?"

Eric chuckled and seated himself in the chair that he had bid her to stand beside, moving like a ghost for how her eyes washed by him, flitting and darting and yet simply not appearing to lock onto him. Even Asha now bypassed her notice as she fell invisible to the woman who could have made or broken her life, her family, barely able to keep herself still as she shifted her weight constantly, guarding Eric with one eye on Magrathe and one eye on the door.

“Come here, Magrathe," Eric said softly, spreading his knees slightly apart, though his cock sprung up hard already, searching for its target. “Seat yourself here. You are tired, are you not?"

She did not hear him – well, not in any way that she could have responded to with sensible and rational conversation – but moved all the same, muttering under her breath what she needed, that her legs were tired, that she ached for it, that she wanted a rest, something throbbing up with desire deep inside her. They were not words that would have readily dropped to her lips under any other circumstances but the teasing influence on her mind made it easier and easier to moan and tremble, supporting herself on the dressing table as she lowered herself on, some part of her controlled mind knowing just what she was destined to do.

Her pussy brushed his cock and she gasped, head falling back as her cunny took him deep, swallowing him up. What she didn't know as she was filled that it was his hands on her hips that guided her down straight onto his rampant length, the fat shaft spreading her open and sinking deep. Eric's cock ploughed up into her as if it was meant to be there and she could not have risen off it if she'd tried, wriggling and squirming on his cock, her thick thighs warming his, although hers were smoother than his with the brushings of her age to soften her skin. Why, she'd even taken what seemed to be a man's razor blade to her legs, which was kinky enough to excite him, her smoothly hairless legs making him want to know more, see more – even though her cunt, of course, was modestly haired with a light curling of grey. Somehow, that managed to make her seem even more ardently distinguished than she already was.

Ah, Magrathe was so much more than she pretended to be and he was there to tease out every last one of her secrets, what she'd hidden, what she got up to. There was no sense of holiness in her life, he was sure of that, regardless of what she preached, but maybe that was just why he'd been smart enough to stay away from that particular brand of church and praise to begin with. Maybe Asha and her elfin community had something more going for them, true gods to take their leave and precedence over the land, looking over their charges scampering about below them? It would be interesting, he thought, to meet a god, for his time with a demon had most certainly had an interesting end as Magrathe rode him to a whispered command, rising and falling on his cock as if it was the last dick she would ever have the grace to grind up within her.

She rose and fell on him, her pussy squeezing and rippling around him, body beyond her control. Had it ever truly been within her control? Exhilaration pulsed through her with every beat of her heart, her pussy easily taking that hot length, although her mind just couldn't quite catch up to where it had come from. Something filled her, a man, she was sure, but there was no one there, just a sense that she was being taken care of, claimed, seduced and lusted for. And, sometimes, that was all that a woman like her needed as his cock burrowed up deep within her, even kissing the sweet barrier of her cervix and betraying that he truly could go no deeper than he already was.

Asha watched lustfully, head lowered a little for a better view and angle, although she wished too that she was in the position of the woman who had changed her life so much. Of course, she didn't quite know how Magrathe had changed her life – that much was wiped from her mind – but she knew that she was pivotal and relished in her debasement, the humiliation of her being controlled, in Eric's hands where she belonged. Never again would she threaten anyone and the world would be better for it, the medicine that she needed in her hands and her family safe. Yet she wanted his cock too and licked her lips, a tease of saliva gleaming at the corner of her mouth as she avidly watched Eric nuzzled Magrathe's hair, the older woman's lips parting in a moan that, right then, was unheard.

“Tell me your secrets..." Eric whispered, lips pressed up close to her ear. “All of them... The dirtiest, kinkiest things you have done, your sins. It is time to confess Abbot Magrathe, for none of this will come to pass in the sins of darkness anymore."

“Ohhh..."

His cock rammed into her, feet pressed down into the floor, driving up hard.

“Speak!"

“Ohhh...." It was hard for the words to come to Magrathe's lips, wet as she licked them over and over again, though she could not have said what bid her to do it. “There are... There are..."

She didn't want to say and yet she had to say, that filling grinding and pounding, seducing her so sexily.

“The priest," she breathed at last, forcing the words out from tight lungs. “I... I fucked the priest!"

Eric smirked.

“Oh, did you now? And what did you do with the priest?"

She told him. Oh, she told him. She wanted to tell him all, how she spread her legs for the man that should have been chaste and pure too and demanded that he fill her, pound her on the bed, fuck her over a pew in church. No one else knew about that – well, no one except the room that she spilt her secrets too – and she moaned out the priest's name too as if that needed confirmation that that, indeed, was who it was.

There was more, of course, so many dirty tales, the monks that she'd coerced into sex with her, although there had been very little persuasion on her part in the mix. She'd made them go nude entirely under their robes with their hard bulges visible to those that knew where to look, imagining her nude at the front of the congregation when they should have been devout in prayer, locked down in passionate adoration of the one true lord who lived above them all. The sisters too were ones that she had corrupted and she retold the tale of the virgin that she had deflowered with her fingers, taking her virginity for the first time with her fingers, pushing deep and bringing her to climax after climax until her fingers and the grey bed sheets of that sisterhood convent were soaked with sweet, sweet debasement. It was all the better for her though, Magrathe moaned, she really wanted it. And she had, truly, even though the purity of her soul would never again be cleansed for the reverence of the church.

“Good... Good," Eric breathed. “And more. Tell me more. The corruption. The secrets that you've kept from the nobles, the church, the congregation..."

Lies. Debauchery. Bribery. She'd done it all, even taking money from nobles to allow them to pass through land that was sacred to the church and the sisters who were a part of it, the highest order of them. Some others knew what she'd done but most did not, her lies covering her tracks, although no one had come to any harm from what she did, which was strange considering how quick she had been to ensure that Asha was sent after Eric. She did reveal, however, that she had never intended to pay Asha, which only riled Eric up all the more, intending for Asha to die in the process. When he questioned what was so important about the relic, needing to know that secret at long last, the answer was not one that he would have come to on his own.

“It has power," she breathed, his cock pounding her, her hips hovering over him so that he could better fill her, fuck her, take her as she so very desperately deserved to be taken and used. “It has the power to unlock lips, to let secrets spill... It is better in plain sight where the priest may use its influence to aid in confessions. It keeps me in power and keeps my province strong, those under my control... Unnff... My influence..."

Yet more words were not to be forthcoming or needed as she moaned and orgasm claimed her, Eric gripping her shoulder as he shoved her all the way down on his cock, on the edge of filling her, grunting and moaning, knowing that he'd found out all that he needed to know. At least, it was all that he needed to know for the moment, humping and grinding, letting her pussy clench on his cock, drawing him right up to the edge and over it too as his shaft let loose with yet another orgasm.

It seemed that he'd gotten off in the last few days more than he had in the entire course of his life, which wasn't entirely a bad thing. He didn't seem to become tired, his stamina growing and growing, and even his virility had increased, filling her pussy with a hefty dose of cum that slopped messily into her. She was tight enough around him to caress and massage his cock in climax and Eric threw his head back in a raw and ragged masculine howl of lust.

Magrathe was not with him, not thinking, not being, only feeling. Her head throbbed and she swayed on a sea of passion, orgasm coursing through in a rising pulse. If she'd been holy at all, she would have considered it an enlightenment of sorts to take him so fully and sweetly, his throbbing rod straining her wide – at least, in her mind. She needed him and he could take her over and over again, do anything he wanted to her, use her, cover her... Oh, that was all she needed to feel human and alive!

Yet Eric too had so much more to give her too and she was to be well and truly in his grasp and control, her reign of terror coming to an end, however covert it had been. Cum drooled messily from her pussy, squelching over his thighs, but he relished in the mess too, lusting for her all the more.

“You will see me now," he breathed, bringing her back to the present and reality, power swirling into her mind, wrapped around her brain. “You are now a loyal follower of me and only me, lusting for me and only me. You will always answer to me, the first of many, bringing your sisters into my folds. Do you understand?"

She said it over and over again, letting the words sink into her mind, indoctrinated in the best of ways. To others, she would hold her personality but to him she would be an obedient whore, a woman on her knees, mouth open for the treat of his cock as her breasts hung down under their own weight. That her body sagged in her age was by the by as there was more than enough passion left in her as she moaned, whimpering for him, lusting for him, his seed slipping deeper and deeper, seeming to reach up to the essence of her very soul.

Eric grinned, leaning back in the chair, despite the hard back that was not exactly all that welcoming. The first of many, besides Asha, would follow him and worship him and lust for him and the world itself would be better for it. Well, at least from his perspective, but he did so hope that Malekor considered it enough chaos to be starting off with. Otherwise he would have to see just what he could do, working on the chaotic nuances of all that came to his fingertips, teasing out the dramatic lust that was his to know and claim with the knowledge of mind control.

And now there was no one to stand up against him.

*

The sisters of the church turned out to be just as lustful as Magrathe and Eric could not resist taking them quickly after Magrathe was tamed, seduced into nothing more than a kinky little lamb who forever wanted to be by his side. She prayed to him every morning as the sun rose and sucked his cock to wake him – that was if Asha allowed her to get in close enough, of course. Asha wanted him almost more than Magrathe did and the passion that bounced between the two of them climaxed in a heated head, their mouths slurping on his cock in turn, bringing him to heated orgasm after orgasm. Truly, a man could not have wanted for more.

Laid out in the church hall, which was a meeting place when not engaged in religious devotion, the sisters squirmed on the floor, their bodies a mix of young and lithe and old and fleshy, blissfully so. He yearned for it all, the contrast of the passion that could rise up and claim his soul, though it would be his to snatch back again as soon as he needed it once more. He didn't need to give anything up while he pleased those in what he swiftly came to see as 'his' church, thrusting passionately into Asha as she lay on her back, wriggling and teasing him with the shift and pulse of her body.

She was hot, so very hot, and he moaned out his pleasure in taking such a strong and powerful woman, the warrior grinding back at him, her body tense with muscle that she could not help but contract when he slammed into her. She thrust back against him passionately, regardless of the unstable base that they rested on, and Eric allowed is body to fall forward over hers, covering her back, just so that he could take a breast of one of the sisters in his hand, squeezing and groping, manhandling in the very best of ways.

They enjoyed it, of course – he'd made sure that his mind control would have them all moaning and whimpering for him, begging for more, their bodies craving all that he had to offer. He seemed to get better and better at it too the more he did it, learning the nuances of something that was as much a craft and a skill in itself as working. The fine detail of what could be considered a spell had to wind and work and weave its way into the brain of his victim but already he could control more than one person at a time, leaving them with his influence so that he did not constantly need to be there, renewing his power and strength, his charges mindless with passion for him.

Outside of their liaisons with him, they would go on with their normal lives, if perhaps in a more lustful way. He didn't mind if they covered up their bodies when he was not around them – but wouldn't it all just be more entertaining still if they did their work and baking with their tits hanging out? A convent for the sisters secluded them away and allowed him to play with their bodies, exposing what made him the most aroused at any one time, a slit across one's buttocks revealing a smooth arse that he wanted to grab and squeeze and pound. It was as much a tease for himself too to see their bodies in such a way that he never could have before, his fantasies building and developing as his mind grew sharper and sharper.

Yes... He thought as he slammed into Asha, pounding her pussy for all his was worth, over and over again. There was soothing in the repetition but untold ecstasy to come each and every time, limitless in its execution. He could take it all, learn more, do more – and there was seemingly, as yet at least, no end to what he could do, the power he could hold, the sheer, raw number of women that he could bring into his fold. More and more of the sisters had seamlessly joined him already as his followers and he had claimed each and every one of them so far, taking either their pussies or their mouths to begin with, although the treat of forbidden, backdoor pleasures too was something that he had recently found that he wanted to explore. And just why would he want to deny himself such a tight, claiming hole too?

Beneath him, Magrathe whimpered, hands shakily reaching for him, although she was not devoid of strength or energy to reach him, just not in use at that moment. He had softened at least a little towards her when she had become less of a threat and it could not be said in any way that Eric was at all an unkind man, no. He was just a man who had had the chance to experience untold pleasures and, well, had taken it all up with gusto.

She was beautiful in her own way, the best way for a woman like her, one with power who had been broken down and then solely rebuilt into something stronger, something better than she'd been before. No one could have said that her iron fist was missed, although she would still keep everyone in order under his rule and hand, and Eric's eyes locked hungrily onto her face as she moaned, her eyes roaming all that she could see and imagine of his body.

Not only mind control, however, was within his grasp and, as Asha's pussy blissfully contracted around his aching shaft, he reached for Magrathe's mind, slipping into it as if he was finally washing the dirt from the lines of his body in a stream, the first warm dip of spring. Her mind welcomed him in and he teased around her, feeling out for her conscious stream of thought, the passion that thrummed up full and vibrant, clasping for him as he gripped it in turn.

Oh, she wanted him – he didn't need to look into her mind to see that. But there was more too, the sensation that her heart was filling up and up and up, so full that it brimmed over with passionate love and lust for him. It was not a pure adoration, as could have been said for those who still worshipped a god and a lord above them, but something tainted with sexual need, though it was that that enhanced her longing for him, locked her onto him, tying her forever and always to him. Her fingers twitched and he clasped them too without thinking, making a physical link to her body, although his hand was too much of a wanderer to stay there for all that long.

Still, there was something indeed to be said for skin on skin contact and he gasped as he squeezed and massaged her breast, the other out of reach for the moment, nipples hard and perky even as gravity worked on her tits. It was Asha that had taught him about that, although he would have known the mechanics, truly, of how something like that worked anyway. Elves simply had looked into a few more things than humans at that point in time and had formed investigations and explanations, even though their magic helped them along too.

“Please... Master..."

Magrathe moaned for him and he smirked, although it was a breathless kind of smirk. At least he didn't have to worry so much about being manly and in control anymore. He could simply be as he was and he was masculine and powerful, rippling with muscle. It would not diminish with his lack of work in the fields as he was sure that he would find other things to occupy his time, shaping the world around him and his village to his will, innovative ideas flooding his mind more and more every day. But all he had to think about in the here and now was those he had controlled and all that he could take from them, giving back in turn, as sunshine spilt through the stained glass windows (cheaper and lower grade than what could be found in the church itself), splattering them with colours that could not otherwise be found on the human body.

Magrathe whined and murmured and lusted for him, every last part of her being consumed with the need for her lord and saviour, the man who had duly shown her the light, all that she was destined to be, destined to become. Eric was more than a god to her – he was all-powerful and that was something that no one else in her life, or above her either, could have claimed. He was a stud, dripping with sweat and moaning as he pounded the elf, Asha, though Magrathe had traced her body with her hands too many a time already under Eric's direction.

One of her sister's, a younger woman with a thick curl of blonde hair fluffed around her head, moaned and pressed up against her, taking her hand, and she held it tight, supporting her through it, for Eric's passion was difficult to bear at times. It was something that had to be learned, of course, and Juliette would learn it too, even though she was younger and less experienced than many of the sisters in the convent. That was what Magrathe was for, the teacher of them all, the one who led them through the darkness into the light, although it was Eric and his lust that she truly followed each time, over and over again.

Asha cried out, her stomach tightening, abdominals contracting: she couldn't hold out any longer! He was just too good, too strong, the human man who had debased her and brought her such joy, head spinning, pounding, every fibre in her being overcome with pleasing him. It was the simplicity in it that allowed her to feel so very much pleasure too, more and more swarming her, swamping her, until she simply had to give in to it with a feral cry that should have come from a creature's mouth rather than her pretty lips at the end of the day.

Her shriek of lust resounded off the walls and the room would have been hollow and empty if not for the hot, writhing bodies twisting within it, the heat from them lending the hall a comforting, familial vibe. Yet Asha was not aware of any of it as Eric's hands swept her body, teasing her tits, squeezing her nipples – even a light pinch there was more than enough to send her passion into overdrive, rocking and pulsating, grinding her on. There was nothing smooth nor sensual about being fucked by Eric atop the others, the shifting platform that she knelt and rested on pushing up into her hands and knees, as much as she wanted to slump down to the floor.

And yet...she could not. She had to be good, had to please her lord, had to look out for her king. He wanted her where she was and that was just where she had to stay, crying out her lust and passion for him over and over again for as many times as he could possibly wish to take her. Her pussy clenched around him, pushing down with every last bit of muscular control that she felt she had in her, rippling and twitching, although she was only an elf and it was harder than ever to reach for her magic when Eric was inside her. Still, she could grasp it lightly, if she concentrated hard enough, and moaned softly as she sent a tendril of it, however faint, down to warm his balls, caressing and massaging and squeezing them, wanting to coax the treat of his cum from him however she could.

“Master... King... Liege..." Every word that slipped from her perfect lips was duly reverent, rising up through the cloud of longing that lifted her away from harsh reality. “Cum for me, please... I need your seed, need your power!"

She wouldn't take anything from his power but, of course, she needed him still, breathing heavily and harshly as her bosom heaved. In the moment, she was the epitome of sexuality, a forest nymph in her prime, her body just the right physical mix of fat and muscle to drive a man mad with desire. That said, it didn't take all that much to drive Eric mad and a growl burst from his lips as he ground into her, rocking her body forward as he pounded her viciously, knowing in his heart that the lovingly longing elf could, of course, take each and every one of his thrusts and come back begging for more. That was just why, at that time, the warrior-assassin-sorcerer...oh, he forgot all of her skills sometimes, head swimming with flourishing lust. But Asha had such a way about her that, right then and there, she was his favourite.

“Give it to me..." She panted, lips glistening with the tiniest, most lustful sheen of saliva. “Oh, Master Eric, I need it all, I need it so much!"

He didn't need to say anything but whether or not he imparted his words unto her was entirely up to him and just another little nuance of power that he languished in, enjoying all that had been called to his grasp. He slammed into her, rocking her over the sisters, his hands on her breasts, groping and squeezing, pressing them down with his fingers. They were more than a good handful each and he wondered that he had not spent due time on them before, pulling and tugging at her nipples lightly as if he was imagining using his lips. Her pussy squeezed around him and, before he knew it, Asha was caught up in the throes of yet another orgasm, her body rocking and heaving, teasing her lusciously full and heavy breasts even more firmly into his hands.

“Yesss!" She howled, not caring who heard her – his power didn't lend any opening for embarrassment in the sweetness of her mind. “Yesss, please, harder! Oh! Oh, so...so...so much!"

Truly, she did not need to make sense in the heat of the moment, nerve-endings tingling, racing through with a blistering heat that simply could not be contained, driving and pulsing as if it was intent on reaching every last little crevice in her body. It found its way between her toes, curling and flexing them, and even to the tender roots of her hair, the tiny nerve-endings there vibrating with their sense of touch, sensation rising through the electrifying force. Orgasm could not be held back for an elf and, indeed, it had even more potent leanings when it came to the use of their magic, the teasing lick of it flirting with the edges of her mind.

His cock jammed into her and Eric climaxed with a masculine grunt, seeding her full, though he didn't stop thrusting and neither did he care for the cum that slopped messily out of her. She cried out and moaned for him, writhing and twisting, but there was nothing she could do to buck him off, his cock rammed up into her pussy as he spent himself, filling her as he rocked and teased, his cock reaching places deep inside her that fingers simply could not reach. Not, of course, that she would have wanted to self-pleasure without him there to watch her, Eric living out his voyeuristic fantasies as she brought herself to orgasm over and over again.

Hm... He groaned through climax, head swimming with all that he could do, all that he would do, semen drooling messily from her pussy. He spent the last drops of his load over her buttocks, marking his claim, and Asha slipped willingly around onto her back, her head resting on Magrathe's boobs. They were, at least, a soft cushion for her head and she giggled breathlessly in the afterglow of climax as Eric pushed over her, kissing her deeply and passionately, his tongue tangling with hers as Magrathe was forced to watch.

And watch was all that Magrathe would do for the moment as their kiss deepened, making out and kissing and letting their lusts rule them. She didn't need to be filled again immediately, his cock resting softly against her thigh, and the shifting of the sisters beneath them, their glorious, naked bodies trembling, setting the tune and pace for their seduction. They didn't have to worry about anything when they were just there for one another, their passion softening, taking leave and liberty of a time that tried to rush by without them, swirling around.

It could leave them there. That was okay. Asha whimpered into his mouth, legs lifting, teasing around his waist as her heels dipped into his buttocks, encouraging him on. And yet Eric needed no such encouragement to slip into her again, his re-hardening cock finding her pussy and driving deep, taking her sweetly in missionary position. Asha shook and whimpered but the kiss was still there to display the lust between them, how an unfortunate situation in their meeting had brought them together forever, all for the better. Where things had begun inconveniently to say the least they could all now become better and she moaned into his mouth as he fucked her, long, smooth strokes of his cock taking her repeatedly.

Time ceased to have any meaning, her pussy twitching around him, yearning to pull him deep and keep him there, her body a vessel for his pleasure. Whereas he could fill her up, she would never spill over, her passion replenishing the stock of what could have otherwise have been lost if they had not come into the charm of one another at that time.

There were words to be exchanged but they knew how fixated Magrathe's hungry, wanton eyes were on them, driving on their passion, fucking and pushing things harder and faster, further than ever before. On and on, there was seemingly no end to their lust, the lewd, wet sounds of their lovemaking filling the hall. Stained glass patterns slashed their forms as if to cut them apart but the splashing of colour only served to bring them closer together, Eric dominating and taking charge of the kiss as he pushed her tongue back with his own, exploring her mouth over and over, her legs tightening around him.

Beneath them, Magrathe moaned yet was not one to be included in that moment that was just for the two of them, although Eric would duly ensure that her needs too were met later on. With what a lustful little slip of a thing she had become for him, there was nothing he would not do to her (now, of course, that she wasn't trying to kill him) or for her, caring for her needs as he did her own. But Asha required it all too as she whimpered and groaned into his mouth, her moans muffled as Eric pounded her, his thrusts becoming more and more urgent, desperate for yet another release.

Yet it would not be the last one they shared as he poured his lust into her yet again, seducing her and filling her up, cream oozing from her, staining the stomach of the sister that was lying beneath Asha's buttocks. No one minded the mess, however, and moaned for more, though what all of the sisters wanted, including Magrathe, was the lord's cock driven up into them, sating their lust in the only way that it could possibly be satisfied. Forevermore would Eric be the only man that could truly please them, pleasure them and satisfy them – at least until the next day when they needed him all over again.

Kissing Asha tenderly, he pulled back enough to smile down at her, a string of spittle connecting their lips for a fraction of a second. And that connection in itself was important too as she whimpered for him, the afterglow sweeping her up and away, love flourishing where, truly, it should never have come. Yet that was not something that would come to pass as he rested there, enjoying the moment, his cock filling her without softening as they merely shared one another.

There was no rush when it came to his passions, after all, and the day would wait for them as the late afternoon teased on.

*

In the council chamber of the town hall, which was not as elegant with stained glass as the church hall was, Eric languished at the head of a long, wooden table, polished to a lustful sheen that begged a naked body sprawled out across it. He smiled down at the table, although he was a man, most certainly in that moment, that had a lot to smile about, the sisters of the church lining up to give him every last drop of attention that he could ever have desired.

He would not limit his attention to just one of them, however, and Eric chaired the meeting as if he had been doing it his whole life, finding confidence and strength in his heart where he had not before known that it even existed. And that was all well and good, as much as the sisters of the church made it difficult to concentrate. A middle-aged woman with brown hair dragged back away from her face in a stern scrape, straddled him, her back to the room as she moaned freely and clung to his shoulders, although it was a frail sense of stability as she rose and fell on his cock. His shaft pounded her hard, though she controlled the movement, taking him as deep as she possibly could and whimpering when his cock came up crudely against her inner barrier, telling her that he could not, at that time, possibly go any deeper than he already was.

“Oh, oh..." Her head rolled, exposing her vulnerable expanse of bare throat, pulse jumping and trembling. “Ohhhh!"

She could not hold back her climax and it was there for her to take, her due tribute for adoring the king in just the way he needed to be adored. He was strong and he was kind, as passionate as he was lustful, and, regardless of the control he had over his entire village, they had never before been so prosperous. Lewd public activity was kept away from the merchants that bustled in and anyone who did see what was going on was just brought under his control too, their minds either wiped of such events or made to think that it was so normal, perfectly normal, that it simply did not bear repeating to anyone. Would someone mention the wind stirring up a leaf? Of course, not: to those, a man fucking a woman in the street was as insignificant as that, even though that man was Eric and he had more power than so many in the village and even the nearby towns could ever have imagined.

Smiling, Eric broke for breath as the sister's pussy squeezed him delightfully, a slop of their mixed juices soaked his crotch, the light curling of hair there. He could take her over and over as many times as he wanted to but there were other matters to take interest in, despite him wanting a never-ending stream of sexual pleasure whenever he fancied it.

The sister was forced back against the table even as the minutes from the last meeting were read by a young scribe clad in simple cloth. The man's lips moved fluidly as if he did not even notice the ink pot jumping on the table and the paper shivering with the thrust and grind of Eric's hips, for not even they could see anything that their leader did as strange anymore. If it made things more difficult for them at any point, they barely reacted to it, knowing that the world was all fine, just fine, around them, that they truly had nothing at all to worry about in a time in life where everything was as they needed it to be. Eric was there, after all, to look after them, to care for them and lead them: he would never allow them to come to any harm.

The sister moaned freely as she bounced on his cock, rising and falling rampantly as if she just could not get enough from him. Her rippling pussy coaxed out his climax and it was in no time at all that Eric hunched forward, breaking from attention with a keen moan, ramming up inside her to spend his load. Despite already cumming over and over that day, he had found enough herbs and magic too from Asha to sustain him, enhancing his naturally abilities as he merely took his own liberties in fine-tuning them further, angling for more and more pleasure with every hour that passed in his utopia of a village.

She groaned and eased off his cock, leaving a dripping mess of cum in her wake, although his cock did not soften in the slightest as she was quickly replaced by another sister with black hair who dove down onto his shaft as if it was the finest treat in the world. She handled his rod reverently, angling him just so that he could slip over her tongue, moaning lewdly and loudly, slurping on his length as she adored him. And, oh, how she adored him, closing her lips and cleaning his shaft of juices that did not belong to her but came with a thickly tart flavour that sent her mind wavering into the realm of lust almost more so than his cum. And yet there was only one thing that could truly send her, that particular sister, into throes of ardent need and that was his semen flooding her mouth, the drink that she craved to satisfy her pounding heart.

Eric smiled, a little breathless but otherwise composed. There was a meeting going on around him, however, and he had to remain at least a little focused as he repeatedly got his rocks off, her sweet mouth closing over his hard length to savour his essence. The other men around the table, of course, did not wear clothing that concealed their genitalia from view either and their cocks were all out, hard and rampant, even if not being pleased at that moment. It was a crime, he thought to himself, to hide away such a part of the male anatomy when it did not need cover for protection and it had been his first mental decree for the men of the village so that they may, at least, feel a little freer in themselves than they previously had been. That in itself was something to duly aspire to day in and day out.

“And the village will be hosting the fete as normal?" He questioned one of the elders, who had been usurped from his position some time ago as chair, although he was due a rest in his old age. “Have the notices been sent out by horse to other towns?"

The old man nodded – Maverick, his name was. Though that didn't matter too much to Eric as everyone reacted and responded to the signature of his mental control and touch rather than names and voices. It was a more subtle art but one that he honed more and more with every day that passed.

“Yes, sir, and there have been responses too."

As he rattled off the list of those and numbers that were expected at the fete, Eric nodded and focused, grinding his cock into her mouth as she sucked him down into the back of her throat. He agreed the numbers and stated that there would have to be additional stands at the fete if they were to bring more money into the village. After all, there was only so much to be earned and sustained from ploughing the fields and living off what little the land gave them and he had been forced to revolutionise and look to those a little better off than they were in order to see just how they could better place themselves in the world. If one thing, he didn't want anyone else to go through the poverty that he had, even if that meant that he had to control every last mind he came across in order to make it so.

He ejaculated with a grunt into the sister's mouth and she dutifully suckled it all down, tears pricking in the corners of her eyes as she did not quite spare herself enough time to breathe in the course of swallowing. That was all well and good though as long as she got her fill, leaving his cock only with the softest of whimpers as she was eased over to allow the next sister to fill her place.

The woman that leant over the table for him, buttocks raised, took his attention more than the others and he spared a moment that, of course, he was allowed to sweep his gaze over her, taking in the soft lines of age layering her skin. Like Magrathe, she was a similar height and build and he made a mental note to see the prior abbot (well, she still had her powers there but none of the threatening abilities that that role had previously boasted) when he was down with the town hall meeting. The table flattened her breasts to it and the woman moaned as she ground back for him, her heaving bosom trembling into the wood as he took his time and teased his cock between her buttocks, pretending to fill her and making her whimper for it.

“All of you," he said huskily, nodding to the remaining sisters in the hall, although there were more than enough of them to go around. “We require you now. We will continue with the meeting while you perform your duties."

And they were duties that the sexually enlightened women were more than happy to provide as their village prospered under their new leader, taking up their places around the table with the men that caught their eyes the most. Whether flirty or shy, they were all taken and the air was filled with moans and groans, whimpers and whines, even though the meeting was still due to take place around them. There were still matters to attend to, of course, taxes and ground laws and which fields were next to be ploughed, how much wood needed to be gathered for the hall fire, what was to be shared amongst the village. But such dreary matters could be all the more entertaining with the right woman to ride their dicks, his legs bent as he ploughed into a wanton cunt and a woman that needed his hand clapped over her mouth, however lightly, just to stop her screams of pleasure and orgasm from disrupting the meeting.

He grinned.

She's a vocal one...

_ _

But he liked that. He liked conducting the meeting in a way that everyone got their fill and no one was bored – there most certainly were no yawns or tired faces around him, everyone relishing in the moment as the scribe fumbled to keep track of the minutes with a sister taking his cock into her mouth, suckling and teasing, swirling her tongue around. It was a difficult job but none more than leading the meeting itself as Eric drew himself up tall and continued on, not even pausing as he seeded the sister on his shaft not once but twice as her orgasm rippled on and on.

There would only be one, however, that could distract him so in such a meeting and Magrathe arrived freshly scented and clean from head to toe, her grey hair in a long, loose braid that somehow managed to make her look much younger and brighter. Her eyes shone with renewed youth and she took her beckoned place on his cock, sitting down on his shaft, breasts swaying and wobbling as she faced the table and the congregation that seemed to not be having all that much trouble with the meeting despite the pleasures that were duly theirs to take right then and there.

Magrathe smiled and sat down, squeezing her thighs around him as Eric's hands grasped her breasts, squeezing and groping them, letting her nipples poke through her fingers. He made decisions that affected the entire outcome of the village, the residents living there, while her pussy squeezed his shaft, but that manner of distraction only sharpened his mind and heightened his ability to make decisions, regardless of how he panted and puffed, hot breath washing over her neck luxuriously. Magrathe's hands rested on the table for balance and she groaned, rolling her head back to his shoulder, letting his lips kiss and nip and tease her neck, the skin folded softly and tender with the trappings of age. And that was one of the reasons that he adored her so, just as she was, a woman who had the wisdom of time behind her, so many passions coming to light over and over again. She had the experience and the kinky secrets for him to hold her in his hand for as long as he desired, the demons that plagued her swept away by all that he controlled. She had no secrets from him and Eric had, duly, made her into a better person, a better version of the woman she truly was.

Groaning and biting her neck softly, her pussy twitching around his shaft, he knew there was nothing better that he could have possibly have hoped for with her. He had her and her pussy squeezed him over and over again, a light orgasm taking her – yet one like that would not be anywhere near enough to satisfy her, a woman that needed it, needed it all so very badly. She was whole and heated, her skin tingling at his touch, and Eric growled in the back of his throat as he guided her hips, driving her rocking, grinding motion into a frenzy, slamming down on his shaft over and over again. Her pussy rippled around him and he could not help but cum inside her near enough instantly, knowing that there would be plenty more where that came from.

No... No, there didn't need to be any end to his lust with Magrathe, not when there was so much else he had in mind for her. Her folds encased his length perfectly and he wanted for nothing, nothing at all, when he was with her, rolling and squeezing and teasing her heady breasts with both hands. It could have been embarrassing to be on such public show but he relished in the notion that he controlled everyone there, knowing that they would not have truly have had the courage to stand up against him even if they were not under his influence and control. They were different men and women to him, for he was the one who had a demon's blessing and curse upon him, twisting and turning the rampant acts of the world to his will over and over again.

As he ejaculated into her pussy for what had to be the third time, grunting heavily into her ear, Eric clutched at her body, finally giving himself over to passion, his role in the meeting done. He lifted her up from his legs so that she was not sitting all the way down on him but supporting herself, using his new vantage point and position to lustfully power up into her, grinding into her pussy over and over again, her tight wetness slopping over him with each and every thrust.

Magrathe groaned but he grunted at her – words failed him too at that point – to go on, for there was a scroll of paper outlined in shaky lines of ink in her hands, words that she had only recently learned to read scrawled in the scribe's hand.

“Read."

She could only obey.

“Now, to conclude," Magrathe said, her voice a little higher-pitched and breathier than normal, “the points of the meeting that has come to pass are as follows..."

The words droned out but Eric had made all of the big decisions that he had planned to during the course of that particular day and now was the time for him to enjoy himself, only briefly wondering which women from the sisterhood he would take to bed with him later that night. He had his pick and yet Magrathe and Asha would be first and foremost in line, presenting themselves for him as they both tried to outdo one another in their bid to be fucked, to let him cover their bodies with his once again, all over again. It didn't matter to them, of course, that they'd had him umpteen times already, only that they could have him all over again, their pleasure colliding with his in an explosion of ecstasy that, truly, could not be topped. Magrathe's lips moved but he no longer heard the words streaming from them as she detailed all that had occurred, all that he had undertaken in his role as the village leader and, well, the praise of him. That was a very important part of the meeting and the sisters in attendance moaned their agreement of his might and power as they were fucked, thanking him for taking the liberty to grant them the life and reason they had then.

Eric didn't hear them. All he heard and felt was Magrathe clenching around him, the lewd slop of her messy pussy as he filled her, ignorant that time as to her orgasm. He trusted her pleasure was there, for her voice wavered, but he hammered into her so violently that her flesh jiggled and shook, her large breasts heaving even as he grasped them, one in each hand. Holding onto them tightly as he fucked her to his ultimate complete, Eric let out a bellow that, in that moment, drowned her out unduly, pouring his essence into her more and more with each and every jab of his hips.

The meeting went on, finishing up, and they smiled to say that the village was prospering, everything having come up just as they needed it to, everything going according to plan. And they weren't just saying that either, not even as semen drooled from wanton pussies and the sisters moaned for more, always more, spreading their legs for the men who were so fortunate as to be granted the treat of them. Their fluids combined sweetly, tartly, and Eric smirked breathlessly, casting his eyes over the finest of his village, the bouncing breasts of the sisters, across the ages, drawing him on and into new ideas in all their glory.

Yes... Yes, there were good times to come, better times to come. Yet they had no idea and didn't need to know – not yet. Sinking into Magrathe, craving more already, he grunted thickly and deeply in the back of his throat, slamming into her, the slurp of his cock plunging desperately into her pussy enough to drown out the rest of them. At least, to him it was, something all-encompassing, drawing lust to his heart, panting and heaving, squashing her breasts lightly in his hands as she cried out her pleasure.

No... No. They didn't need to know the details of how Eric planned to continue his conquest.

Eric howled out his climax.

But it was in the works, yes... Much was in the works indeed. And that was all soon to come.

Very soon, in fact.