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Chapter Two

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Part Two

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

The battle was as rough and as bloody as anyone could have possibly have expected, although the goblins' lair had been trickier to infiltrate than even Daphne anticipated. She was coy and brash in her execution but the goblins simply did not have a fine art about them when it came to murder, their life and lies intertwining as they burrowed barely under the skin of the earth to make their lairs. A stockade blocked them in but the cave system beneath was weak and suspect to caving in, what they took of their lives above ground coming with shrewd looks and scampers, the beasts small and shrivelled, mostly going unclothed. They had no need for such things of modesty when the world bowed to their will each and every day.

At least, that was what they thought. They thought that they were invincible, that any of their number that they lost could be replenished, brought back through the next generation, their kind breeding quickly and furtively. Being smaller, they would have lived longer too if they did not anger so many around them into cutting down their population, their escapades and kidnappings being just what led them into needing to reproduce so quickly. In a way, it was sad to see such a race fall prey to greed and debauchery in exactly the opposite way that Eric had brought it all into the forefront of his life and the lives of those in his village.

Daphne, however, was extravagant and joyous in how she executed the mission, cutting through hordes of goblins as if she was a magical arrow let loose from a bow that had been drawn taut, waiting for its purpose. Her helmed head could be seen even from a distance, marked with the leadership symbols of her clan, and Eric had to focus to not lose himself in the mass of destruction, the goblins swarming and swirling around him, a green and brown, grey and tan, swathe of angry, squealing bodies.

They did not speak their language but Eric was able to control them, however briefly he needed to, sending them into the paths of the dwarves. In that way, he was able to ensure that both he and Asha stayed out of harm's way, although the soldiers of his village performed admirably too. There was little of note to him, however, when it came to the men fighting when he could otherwise be watching the pleasure of women using their bodies in ways that he had never before considered, Daphne's face contorted in battle delight as she cleaved in a goblin's skull and hustled on her way to her next victim.

There was no rest and there was to be no pause in the fight, although he had to respect the dwarves for how deadly they were. If not for his mind control and their inclination to not concern themselves in things unless they were paid, he would have worried that they would have been a threat to his village and his home, although he could still have easily have controlled their minds. The only true risk in that regard would have been bursting in through the doors of their minds and wiping them out in that manner, although it was not something indeed that Eric would have been all that concerned about if it had come to pass. His men, however, were a little more in awe, visibly so, than he as to how ferocious the dwarves were, easily cutting down swathes and swathes of goblins, moving lightning-quick and slamming them into the ground before they even had a chance to retaliate. Their fearsome nature truly came through in battle and the light droplets of blood touching Daphne's face only, strangely, made her all the more attractive to Eric, imagining the heat of her body, how hot and sweaty she had to be getting, power coursing through her from physical means alone.

Bragging a little magic, Asha assisted in the fight too, using her magic to open up ditches that merely swallowed the goblins up alive (for their crimes, it was a fate worthy of them), aiding the dwarves by sending them flying up into the air too, as light as a feather and yet raining steel down onto the goblins like deadly rain. There, seemingly, was nothing that could stop them, although Eric caught her eyeing him side-on more than once, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as if she was wondering if he was watching her, noting her own prowess. But Eric could never have possibly have set Asha aside regardless of what was going on, her love and passion shining through in the delicately deadly lines of her body. Her robe flowed around her and yet it still managed to shape her form, imply the outline of her breasts, allowing her a full range of movement and adequate protection, although she had declined any armour. The village, regardless, had not had any armour for women. That was something that he would have to rectify if he was, indeed, to continue keeping his people and her too safe.

The battle was as smooth as it could have been, almost frightfully so. The time it took was merely due to the flood of goblins, their grizzled faces contorted as they screamed in their languages, blistering and assaulting the eardrums of their foes with what simply had to be a stream of obscenities. They didn't know and they didn't need to know what was coming out of their mouths, casting them aside as Eric took their lives too as simply as one would snuff out a candle. In a way, it was frightfully easy with the massive fighting power of the dwarves to push him on to victory.

All in all, it could only be described as a massacre and it was only when the dwarves had delved down into the tunnels themselves and emerged covered in dirt with tired but satisfied expressions did they declare the mission to be complete. It was a hard graft, harder still than labouring in the fields, and Eric regarded them with new respect, though they were mere pawns in the palm of his hand now, tools to be used and ones that could go about their work with deadly precision in life and death.

He was glad he had them on his side.

Back in the village, for the in-between was but a blur of trudging steps and Asha trying to use her magic to relieve at least a little of their exhaustion, though that attempt was met with varying levels of goodwill and success. The dwarves wore their tiredness like a medal of honour, murmuring songs and tunes to one another as they paid reverence to a battle one, the lives sent to the afterlife and all the judgement that would rain down on them there. No longer were the goblins, at least in that rudimentary tribe, the problem of the living but they all had the powerful might of the dwarves to thank for that, the warrior women who had sent them back to whence they had come with no more than a passing glance for the lives they had led.

In the council chamber, the room could not have looked more different with the dwarves lined up in there, waiting on their reward, the payment that they had been promised. Of course, there had been no reason to take so much coin for their payment out onto the battlefield, even if it was a self-made battlefield, with them ruling the field. No, they collected their payment afterwards and, with all the power and muscle at their disposal, they had no reason to suspect, of course, that it would not be paid out.

It would be paid out...in a way.

“What in hellfire is this?"

Daphne scoffed at the paper and shoved it back across the table at Eric.

“We agreed on coin, man! If I may even refer to you as such... You are no man. I suggest you produce it, human, if you don't want to see your village cut to shreds!"

His advisors quailed – well, all but Magrathe. She was a tougher sort than them, though her lies and traitorous acts in prior times had set her up well for difficult negotiations at least in part.

Eric merely smiled.

“Have you read it yet?"

She eyed it suspiciously, although his control pulled at her, drawing her eyes down the neatly inscribed lines of text, reading slowly, comprehending even more slowly.

“This..." Her eyes widened. “Human, you jest with me. This is not payment at all but slavery! In what hell do you expect me to get down on my knees and pledge service to you as your maid?"

The dwarves growled and muttered among themselves, restless even out of their armour as they flanked Daphne, although she needed no such protection. They were, however, there for back-up and would provide her with the support and muscle she needed to get her way – or, at least, that was what they thought. Truly, they didn't have any reason to think any differently, based on how they had conducted business in the past, taking what was owed to them and not caring about anything else.

Eric tilted his head to the side, enjoying the moment. He could tame their bloodlust just a little, make them softer members of society. There was no sense in constantly going out after blood-money, coin tainted with the death of those who had fallen before them. Of course, the goblins had had to go and that was a clear-cut case but he had heard more and more talk amongst the dwarves of assassinations that they'd carried out, able-bodied and law-abiding communities wiped out because of them – and all for money. Whereas Asha had been desperate to save someone with her attempted assassination of him, that had all been set to rights and the dwarves only did it to continue their lavish lifestyles, drinking and spending all on the luxuries that were fleeting in nature, to say the least of their passions.

“This is a contract to be my personal maid," Eric said calmly, although it was all he could do not to dance with glee, letting her frenzied, furious mind slip more and more under his control. “You will enjoy it, I assure you, and I will treat you very well in my service. You will not be a servant but will be paid in kind and cared for. The dwarves may also reside in the village, if they like, for I am confident that you all will be an asset to our home."

Daphne spluttered; in any other situation, it could have been considered amusing to see her practically apoplectic with fury.

“You obscene, imbecile, foolhardy... You shlwarvish!"

Eric had to assume that that was a dwarvish curse but Daphne was not done yet, pounding her fists on the table as she roared and went for her blade.

“This is a humiliation! This is how you treat a rat – and we are far from rats, you fool, not to be stepped on and squashed into the gutters! Whether you feel it is your place to give us our dues or not, we will see that we take it by force!"

Her pretty lips contorted into a snarl and something in Eric's chest fluttered and jumped, although it did not feel like anything his heart should have been doing.

“Everyone in this village will die," she vowed, lifting her blade high, for Daphne felt no need to be on-guard and at the ready when there were no warriors present in the meeting chamber bar Asha. “We are not females to be trifled with, boy, and we will decimate all that you hold dear, kill all, sweep clean all, purify...purify...purify..."

Her words trailed off and Eric smirked, fiddling with her mind. Her rage had given him just the opening he needed to slip back into a mind that was as guarded as her heart, armoured and plated for protection. Maybe it was just the way of the dwarves but he did not mind the challenge of it as he took her old personality delicately in mental hand and snipped away at it, cutting loose the threads of the person she had once been. Her old personality would still be there but she was less and less of herself, unable to reach for it, as her jaw fell slack and her eyes greyed vacant, blade dropping as if she simply no longer had the strength to hold it in her hand.

The dwarves clustered around and cursed but not even they could have known what was happening as Eric cast his net wider, drawing them into softening compliance.

“Be still."

No one from his village considered anything to be out of the ordinary as Eric, very aptly, demonstrated power to them that they could not understand – it was not, after all, as if he had ever thought to explain it to them. They just knew him as their all-knowing leader and he was showing them another way that he could keep them safe.

Bit by bit, he re-built Daphne's personality with what he had laid in situ, waiting for the right time to pull her into her new life. There was much to be done and her being his maid was only the start of it, turning her from being a proud and fierce warrior into a dwarf woman who wanted to be at home, lusting after him, cooking for him, caring for him. He needed that, after all, and it had been her different body and stature that had caught him in the very beginning. He adored her muscle but her feminine nature had to come into play, driving down the rough edges of her soul and bringing her into a lighter state of being.

“There..." He breathed. “It's okay. You don't have to fight so hard anymore. You'll be able to fight when you need to, of course, but now it is time for you to relax."

Slowly, her life slipped through her fingers, placed firmly and securely in the hands of another who better knew how to use her and her life. Daphne thought of nothing else but cooking and cleaning, caring for a master, one that she wanted to please above all else. She could dress him, lay out his clothes for him in the morning, ensure that even his trousers were neatly pressed like those of the nobles. His shirts would be of the highest quality, her bartering with the merchants gaining her an upper hand, and she would sew his clothes lovingly to rival the designers of the royal, using only the best thread and the tiniest of stitches.

Fighting? What was that? She shook her head. Maybe the thought would come back to her another time, yes: another time. It was nothing to worry about, nothing at all, and her face broke into a beaming smile as she clasped her hands together before her breasts, the dwarves turning, as one, to smile at Eric too.

“Oh... Oh, I would be so very happy to accept this!"

Even the tone of her voice changed as Eric sat back in his chair and smiled, the tall back making him feel every bit the part, intimidating and imposing.

“Very well... Sign at the bottom, please. We have provided the ink and quill for you."

Yes... Yes. There would be nothing better for her, nothing at all, she was quite sure of that. Even as she lunged a little too eagerly for the quill, her mind was already running rampant with ideas of what she could do for him. What was wrong with her hair? Oh, that would have to be grown out, yes, something nice for him, nice for her master. She could show him the dishes from her homeland, the sweet-meats that melted on the tongue. She could style her new hair for him, applying rouge to her cheeks, shade her eyelids, shape her eyebrows... Everything that a feminine soul did could be hers to wield in a different way, battling only to earn the approval of her lord and liege for the rest of her life.

Darkness pulled her away and down – down and down and down. Much like Eric falling when he had first experienced the failure of sharp and decisive mind control with Asha, her world shifted and turned, her body a pawn and tool within it. Spinning and swirling, she held her arms out for the blackness to take her, trust enveloping her heart.

“Take me!"

It was as if but a moment later that she woke, standing in exactly the same place as she had been before, before a table of humans and dwarves that were suddenly both strange and familiar. She scratched the back of her neck, shifting her weight. What had changed? Had she changed? But she was the same, still the same Daphne, was she not? Was there... Was there something different about her?

The armour. Suddenly, it didn't seem to sit right on her body, awkward and clumsy, a clunky accessory that her fingers itched to rip from her form. Scowling, although it was a pretty sort of scowl, she grasped at it and tore it away, piece by piece, removing it as if she was intending to strip down to her undergarments, although there was little even there to cover her up, her armour coming with so many layers, the leather beneath the iron for protection too, that she kept going and going, breasts heaving as she moaned.

“Oh... Oh, someone help me!"

It was not that she was helpless, of course, but she felt like she was in the moment as Eric nodded to Magrathe and she rushed in, narrow, sharp fingers getting into tougher cracks and crevices, working the laces of her jerkin loose, helping her reveal her breasts. The muscle on her body could not be denied, even though even that seemed strange to her, something that she wanted to change, something that needed to be cut down, stripped down, made nothing of what it was before. Whimpering, Daphne even struggled to allow Magrathe to help her, chest heaving and breasts shuddering, the pertness of her nipples showing through the final layer of cloth.

And yet she was still not as pretty and as feminine as she wanted to be, her body not matching up to how she saw herself in her mind. The rounds of her breasts were all well and good but Daphne's arms felt hard, too hard – too firm with muscle even to her. And it was all very weird to stand there with clothes on too that didn't fit her, everything seeming to hide her form from the eyes of those around her rather than accentuating it. Even as Magrathe tried to assist, to relieve her of the scratchy, itchy cloth that was damp with sweat, she whined and wriggled away, blinking as if her very mind had been taken from her.

She knew where she was and yet the hall was foreign, the men around her standing as if they knew that they held power over her. Her eyes could only go to one though and Eric smiled to see her conundrum, tweaking her mind just a little to make her knees quiver: a fine little trick that he had picked up from playing with Magrathe, the one who he could expend every last one of his perverted, kinky little desires on. She was lovely, she was, but there were more women in the world for him to dominate and control, to tease into his sexual fantasies and turn them into a living embodiment of such too. That was just what Daphne would become and she didn't even know it.

How delightful was that?

Quivering and whimpering, Daphne's head rolled back as Magrathe's fingers, perhaps more than merely accidentally, tweaked her nipples, rolling one over the back of her finger as she fumbled with the laces down her front.

“We will look after you," she breathed, hushing the dwarf with a softly commanding tone reminiscent of her days leading the local church district with a cold fist. “Now, quiet yourself. It will all be well. All comes to pass. You shall be comfortable soon, child."

Of course, Daphne was no such child at all to her but she may as well have been, her mind shifting into a body that was both hers and not hers at the same time, everything twisting and turning around her, broken and connived. Everything was wrong, all wrong, and not even the base layer of rough cotton could soothe her form, cold air licking her skin as she whimpered and simpered, something new inside her bidding her to bat her eyelashes. She was not a whore in a brothel but her legs trembled apart all the same, even though it looked more like she was bracing herself for battle rather than trying to show off something that was between her legs.

Down there... Daphne panted softly, lips breathily parted, and locked eyes with Eric, the only other person in the room that truly mattered to her. Down and down and down... She needed to be with him, to care for him, to please him, to look after his every need and then more too. Something pulled her to him, a gravitational force that was not as simple as magic, and yet he rooted her in place too with the pool of shivering fire in his eyes, the smile on his lips quirking up, purely heartbreaking.

The cotton slipped, finally revealing Daphne's breasts, and Magrathe giggled lightly, rocking her weight on her heels as if she was about to burst into a little jig, the cut-out section of fabric over her arse showing just how the flesh there jiggled seductively. She really had come into herself as his personal pet of sorts, although there was no real need for terms like that in his village, the little kingdom that he was still duly shaping to his will. Still, sometimes a man like Eric didn't know where to look with two pairs of breasts on equally lustful, appealing women on show, nipping at the inside of his lower lip with barely concealed need. His cock on show, however, revealed that need.

Heaving for breath, he knew he was still the most masculine and manly one of them all, the advisors not holding anything up to him as he ravishingly enjoyed the dwarf's breasts with his eyes. They could not have been more perfect if he had crafted them himself with his own two hands, rising mounds of pale, milky flesh tipped with nipples that were almost a shade of tan, denoting the pigment of her skin a little more, a rich heritage in her lines and back-story. He didn't need to hear or know her back-story, however, as eyes drifted to her – eyes that were not his own.

But the broken dwarf's breasts were not for the others to see and enjoy – not yet at least – and Eric stood with a clap of his hands, a smile on his face.

“I believe our deal has now been struck. Be on your way."

Smirking as the other dwarves left for their next job at a brisk clip, paid off duly and yet still under his control as his new guards of the village, even if they did not actively know it, he took Daphne's trembling arm by the elbow, guiding and directing her as she now so badly needed to be. Why would anyone expect her to think for herself when she had Eric to serve, the man who would give her all the orders and direction she craved? It was all she could do – truly, it was mostly to be on her knees with his manhood in her mouth that she yearned for – and Daphne's legs quivered as she was led from the council chambers, blinking at the new world around her, her nether regions covered by heaving, rolling tits on show for all to see.

“Steady now..."

He treated her like she was a newborn foal, although she had more meat and muscle on her than anymore newborn that he'd ever before seen had. She was strong and yet lithe at the same time, muscular with the faintest hint of femininity (well, her breasts helped with that) that was now down to him to nurture and tease, bring to such a rise of passion that she could no longer hold back anything that she'd ever thought or dreamed of sexually. It was time to see just what Daphne wanted in life and lust, the dramas that she'd kept tucked away beneath her warrior persona, opening her up to new experiences, even if she still was under her control.

And yet the dwarf maid could not help herself right there in the street as he chuckled throatily and tried to lead her to his abode, pleased with his latest conquest. In but a moment, she was on her knees and her lips wrapped around his cock, hungrily sucking him back into her mouth as his hard-on quested for the sweetness of her throat. He could thrust deep, of course, but he grunted, choosing to rock back onto his heels instead and let her work for it, the difference in their heights playing into a tantalising edge as, of course, she had to strain up for his dick. He was not a cruel master in that regard, however, and squatted just a little, allowing his knees to bend, her lips encasing his cock so sweetly that he craved more instantly.

It was but a moment but it could be a moment shared between them for the first time as Daphne lost herself in sucking his cock, Eric, for the moment, averting the eyes of everyone else on the street. No one saw them, no one heard them, simply not noticing what was going on as they bustled about their lives, a woman with a pail of water in each hand mumbling a curse under her breath as she swayed around them. To others, they were nothing more than a feature of the street and not even Daphne was at all aware of her position and where she was as she sucked on his cock as if it was the best thing in the world, her world, better than sweet meat or even ale after a long, hard battle. She would no longer remember the battles she'd fought and won unless her king wanted her to but that was all well and good for she would never again take another scar on her body to mark a near miss or an ill-timed blow.

Groaning, Eric fought to retain control over himself, for he was the creature that he most struggled to control, despite his abilities with everyone else. It would have been so easy to bend her over, to lift her up, to fuck her right where she was, but he wanted her to want it too, her mind twisting and warping, pulling her down into such deviant debauchery that she could not have resisted him even if she'd tried, if it had even been one tiny thing in her mind that came to light.

Her lips were soft, softer than her demeanour before him had even been, but that was alright> Daphne was with him now and he brushed his fingers over her Mohawk, delighting in the tease of hair there. He wanted something longer though, something that he could grip and pull, run his fingers through, and he smirked to think of just what colour it would be when it had grown out, for it was surely not a natural shade of black with something different shifting at the roots of the hairs. It was not something, however, that he truly wanted to spend too much mental energy on when she was giving him what felt like the best blowjob of his life, the world moving around them while they were locked up and away in their own little moment, the drama of it all theirs to share and revel in.

All she knew was that she wanted him. All she knew was that his cock was the biggest she'd ever take. All she knew was that each and every thrust of that meat grinding over her tongue made her want him more and more, always more. Her lips pressed around his girth in a lusty, tight 'O' and she moaned, seeming to know just how and what she needed to do to let the vibrations from her lips and mouth travel down into the length of his cock. Eric groaned and rocked his hips but more or less allowed her to take control of at least the work she was doing for him, how she traced her tongue adoringly around the fleshy tip of his cock, the smooth skin exposed and the slit drooling with his lust.

There was nothing, nothing at all, that could have possibly have held him back from taking her mouth in that moment and the familiar tightness rose up inside him. Of course, he'd had both his perverted Magrathe and sweet Asha, like and different at the same time, since coming back from the goblin fight but there was a slower more sensual sex too that he desired. And what the king of the village, and surely lands beyond too shortly, desired was her tongue sweeping up the length of his cock, drawing back only enough to allow her to use her tongue more effectively than even her lips. One benefit to his mind control (although there were many) was the fact that he could turn her into the best cock-sucking dwarf in the land, despite liking to see just how she fumbled her way along on her own.

But he didn't mind if she scraped her teeth against his cock a little, as long as he felt like he was getting the genuine thing from her. To have such a fearsome warrior in his control and grasp was a triumph indeed and Eric moaned lustfully, bracing himself as orgasm curled up and up inside him, threatening to explode. That was one threat, however, that he was willing to make good on, pumping and thrusting, grinding over her tongue and leaving sloppy drops of pre-cum in his wake, saliva dribbling down over her chin as her inexperience showed through.

Daphne whimpered, unaware of how close he was getting, but she had to know when the first jet of cum splattered into her mouth, coaxed out by her lips and a quivering hand brushing up against his balls, lusting after just how they seemed to twitch before her. They pumped his heady load straight into her mouth but not down the back of her throat as she moaned around him, the sound of her lust muffled as he filled her mouth. Never before had she sucked off another dwarf; it had been her pleasure that had been the most important back then but, now, she wanted to please only him forevermore.

The slickness of his cum sealed in her mind, locking in her new personality where it had flourished in a pool of sunlight, languishing while she came into her true sense of self. Cum drooled out the corners of her lips as Daphne suckled down all that she could, drinking straight from the source, his cock pushing over her tongue, feeling as if it was home. She could barely get everything he had to give her down but, fairly so, her mind was warped, the world swimming and floating around her, fainting away from reality.

No... Her reality would forever be something that she could lose herself in, learning more about herself, turning and spinning, loving and lusting... She didn't have to forever be in control of it. It was better, so much better, to give up what made her who she was to someone else, have someone else direct her, tell her what to do, show her what made him happy. If she'd done it a long time ago, she thought to herself, his cock slowly softening within her mouth, maybe she would have been happier.

And yet it was Eric who felt that he could not have possibly have been happier, spending the very last drops of his orgasm into her mouth, trickling down her throat, watching it work. There was nothing quite like watching a woman gulp around him, throat pulsing with the act of swallowing, and he briefly squeezed his cock up into the back of her throat, although he didn't push the point. That could come later, her skill to take his cock fully developing over time – that was, of course, if he didn't twist her mind further, changing her to his whim and will. Daphne would be better for it, anyway. But something like that could come later.

For now, he had a dwarf maiden to take care of.

*

Sitting at the wooden table in his dining area, still modest by the royal standards of the world, Eric rested his ankle on the opposite thigh where the meat of his leg narrowed down to his knee, knee jutting out at a sharp angle. It had the added effect of drawing the eye down to his crotch, although he didn't really need to do that when the dwarf bustled around him, busying herself with making him dinner. The other dwarves, of course, were busy guarding the village, content in their work but not yet used by him. They would be near while their leader...well... Daphne was something different.

Far from her rough and tumble self, she had been clad that very morning in a pink dress that came down to her ankles but it was merely a step in the right direction in how he wanted to see her dressed. If the muscle on her body made it hang strangely for the time being then so be it, the make-up on her face too seeming strange and foreign where battle and weather had coursed lines into her features. That, however, could be softened and smoothed over in time and he worried not that the dwarf looked out of place in such fine clothes, as all would come to be just as he wanted it. Her cheeks looked better though with a rosy glow and she seemed healthier still for the lines in her face being smoothed out, although he could not have denied either that he liked the rough and ready nature of her too, how her body was primed, currently, for battle as if she could spring into a fray at a moment's notice.

Spinning, Daphne giggled and balanced a plate on her hand, something that was almost foreign to Eric, even though he'd long ago left the trappings of his old life behind him. It was lighter to be as she was there and then, letting the dress swirl and float around her. Truly, it was a little on the large size for her body and frame but her master had assured her that he would find a tailor very soon to take it in for her – wasn't that thoughtful of him? Oh, he was ever so kind to her, looking after her, making sure that she had absolutely everything that she could possibly need... Just what more could she have possibly have wanted for in either life or love with Eric to watch over her?

Barefoot, he had not yet found her something suitable to wear there, although her neat little feet were pert and unsullied, the wear of the road sloughed from them in the river. The merchants brought in all manner of goods, now that the village was prospering, to sweeten the skin of a lady and Asha had helped Daphne find what was needed, instructing her in how to properly cleanse her body and leave her sweetly scented for Eric's attention. Any dry or rough skin, in that case, that was to be found on her feet had been smoothed off, leaving them pristine and curling, bearing her purchase on the rug and the stone floor that was far more extravagant than anything Eric could have ever imagined walking on before. Sometimes, even he struggled to believe that his life really had changed so much, the world twisting and turning wonderfully around him to bring new joys forth into the illumination of day.

“Oh! Would you like potatoes with your meal, master?"

Imploringly, she turned her eyes on him and he reflexively smiled, taking her hand in his and pressing it to his chest.

“Yes, I do believe I would."

It was power and it was control and it was made all the more poignant for how deadly he knew Daphne was, exhilarating in the potential that his lightest touch on her mind held for him. She blushed like a schoolgirl on her first day with her letters, hand slithering away as she squeaked and hustled to obey. Yes, yes, yes: always obey, always please the master. That was all she had to do and that was alright, as long as she made Eric happy. His happiness, after all, was the most important thing in the world to her, even though he had ordered her similarly to tend to Asha's needs as if they were his own. The elf was as important as he, even though Eric was the only one there in his home at that present time.

“Right away, my lord! My king!"

He hadn't yet settled on a term or a title for himself but, perhaps, he would have to think of something soon. Being called their leader had a nice ring to it too and maybe the simple was the better option in such a case. Eric was not fussy, knowing that he was in charge either way as he watched the dwarf's head as she bobbed above, her shorter stature leaving him just a little bit fascinated with how her body moved. She was not a perfectly miniature human being but another race itself, even though that, of course, was far from a bad thing. She was stronger than a human woman, that was for sure, and he took pleasure in seeing her arms work, muscles flexing, the sleeves of the dress that came down to her wrists doing little to hide that while it worked ever so hard to feminise her.

Her hair was growing out slowly, more rapidly as he tweaked her body to his will mentally, though he was surprised to find that it was a dirty blonde underneath. Already, she had a short haircut like a man but that would soon come to change as he allowed it to grow long and voluminous, purchasing more potions still from the merchants that promised a full and luxurious long head of hair. That would be more than enough for him to grab and pull and Eric licked his lips at the thought even as she finished plating up his meal of beef stew and potatoes, the meat cooked to perfection, the cow fresh from the fields and straight from the butcher to his fire.

Such was the luxurious life of a man coming into his own sense of nobility.

And yet there was still something that Daphne was due to do for him as he scooted his chair back and away from the table a little more with a scrape, the rug that usually lay beneath having moved. Daphne would have to fix that later but he patted his lap with a wicked smile, heart pounding, offering her a seat even as she tried to sweetly present him with a steaming plate of food, begging his attention.

“No, no," he said gently, quietly, as if he was speaking to a simpleton, although every word came infused with caring. “Come here. Sit on my lap. You have to feed me this lovely dinner you've cooked."

Daphne blushed and giggled, setting the plate and utensils on the table before hopping up. The chair was set at just a height that it was easy for her to sit in his lap but it was not the most comfortable position by far as she wriggled and squirmed, trying to adjust herself comfortably to no avail. Of course, it did not help at all that his hard cock was jammed up into her backside, kept in check by his trousers, although Eric had taken to going without undergarments when clothing himself in that manner. In a way, the resulting bulge in his clothing was as nice to enjoy as revealing his cock was, letting it all hang freely and proudly, ready for action.

As she speared a morsel of meat on the fork, he freed his erection, pressing it up to her leg as her feet swung freely on either side of him. It was too awkward to sit astride and the dwarf's face screwed up in concentration as she tried to focus on feeding her master, the one that she adored.

Adoration.

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Praise.

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Pleasure.

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Please the master.

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Let him use me.

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Want to do good for him.

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King Eric needs his dinner.

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Thoughts ran through her head but none of them truly stuck or at all rose to the forefront of her mind as she swallowed hard and tried to focus, concentrating to the exclusion of all else. It was no good, of course, with Eric's shaft squeezed into her, his thick girth teasing and taunting with all that she could have instead of feeding him. But she knew what her job was and fought and fought to focus on it, wanting to know him, to feel him, to please him. He had her completely and utterly and it was her mission in life to now please him, similar thoughts claiming her mind, swirling and spinning with intoxicating eroticism.

Yet Eric knew what he wanted and it was all a play and a tease on control as he patiently ate what was offered, stomach growling but not for sustenance that could slip down his throat. As she poised, ready to feed him a hunk of potato dripping with gravy, he lifted her up and, in but a moment, slipped her down on his cock, his shaft sinking home within her tight pussy. Her warmth closed on him, locking him in, and it felt as if, in that moment, he could not have even pulled out if he'd tried.

She was built for a man smaller than him – a dwarf – but her pussy was still suited to his size, there not being all that much difference between their races. Her sex wrapped around him like a glove, sucking him in, and he could only heed its call, his hands on her hips as she grunted thickly, though he knew, even then, that that was another sound he would have to twist her mind into softening, bringing her down into something more sultry and feminine, bringing out her softer, kinder self.

Daphne had a long way to go still.

“Oh..." She moaned, head thrown back, her task almost forgotten. “Oh..."

But she had to focus, had to concentrate, and he groaned in the back of his throat as his arms bulged with muscle, making her smaller but tougher body rise and fall on his dick. Riding him, she contracted and pulsed around his rampant cock, the shaft throbbing up inside her all the way to her innermost barrier, begging to go deeper – and yet it could not, would not, her sexy little body tight and unyielding yet determined to deliver the most pleasure yet.

Her moans rose to the ceiling and he smirked at how the sexy little dwarf could barely keep her eyes open, wanting to close them, all to experience the pleasure he had to offer her. It should have been easy to sway her even if she had not been under his control but there was nothing like a fresh, hot pussy contracting around him, the rippling massage erotically tight and wet. She was over-productive in how her body worked too, her sex slicker than anything he'd ever felt for a first penetration, squeezing him so hard that it was truly difficult not to cum right there on the spot. And he loved that challenge.

“Steady there, my princess dwarf," he murmured, voice raspy and smoky, sending a shiver down her spine. “There's plenty here for you yet..."

And there most certainly would be as she shakily fed him every bite of his dinner, morsel by morsel, taking every measure that she possibly could to not spill anything on him. It was an act and endeavour made all the more difficult by the fact that she had to twist back around to the table behind her to get each bit of food, mopping up the gravy with bread that she'd baked earlier in the day, panting and heaving. Each little movement of her body sealed that cock up even more deeply inside her and she whimpered audibly, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other, although it would not be enough to hold off the credibility of thrumming, strumming orgasm from claiming her mind. Well...what was left of her mind anyway.

Eric had it all.

He knew she was close and he growled, gulping down a fat chunk of beef and holding her tightly to him, pounding and driving, intent only on forcing her over the edge with his shaft alone. Of course, he'd more than learned that there were other ways to pleasure a woman, to make them scream in climax, but hitting that spot inside them, letting his light curl of pubic hair tease their clit...that was the best thing of all. Not using his hands but feeling his most powerful yet by pounding into them over and over again, the thrust of his cock all that was needed, in his mind, all that would ever again be needed.

Daphne needed it all. Her head fell back, exposing the vulnerability of her throat, and her eyes closed as orgasm rippled through her, such a sensual pulse that she shook in his arms as if taken by a spirit, a higher power. Eric wondered if corrupting such a fierce warrior all the way down into his sex toy dwarf was sufficient enough chaos for the demon Malekor who had granted him the power originally but that was not something that concerned him for more than a fleeting moment, his cock grinding and throbbing, teetering on the edge of a climax that he strove to hold off, if only for a few moments longer.

It was his pleasure, after all, to enjoy just as he willed, Daphne's groans filling the air as she trembled and tried to feed him the very last bites of food, attentive to her duties regardless of what she was doing to him. Even holding the metal tankard to his lips was a difficult feat and he gulped down what he could of the ale within sloppily, the heady beverage dripping down his chin.

More. Harder. Faster. He pounded her sloppy, wet pussy and she screamed, clutching at him, barely able to contain herself. Daphne's head spun as she was thrust into a second orgasm in swift succession, lost in the moment and lost to the world. His orgasm shot through him, an electric charge like standing buck naked in the middle of a thunderstorm, the wind whipping around him, rain splattering his skin. Mind control was natural in the most fearsome, terrifying form and there was nothing that could hold him back when he was in the moment, howling out his lust and pleasure, spearing into her, filling her up.

There was no way her pussy could hold even his amount of cum and it mixed with her fluids, her cunny tight around him, the massage of it more like a vice-grip, although it was a good kind, not a pinch. The rippling contractions twitched around him, massaging his full length, and he stayed as deep up inside her as possible, letting her body do the work for him. There was no need for Eric to move when her pussy squeezed and slopped out their combined fluids, milking him of every last drop of his cum, his balls tugging up, giving him the sensation of such, as he spent himself.

“There's my pretty lady," he murmured, drifting in delirium as he saw Daphne as, all of a sudden, softer and more feminine, her features blurred by the watering of his eyes. “You are mine, always mine, only mine. Do you know that? Will you remember that?"

“Oh..." She whimpered, eyes on him. “Yes... Yes, I will! I'll always please you! I promise!"

She was too breathless to allow any further words out into the air between them, his cock spurting, filling her up, cum sloshing out of her tight pussy, leaving a wet mark on his thighs. It would be something more for her to clean up later, however, another kinky need fulfilled in her lustful heart. Laying her head against his chest, letting his breathing soothe her, her Eric fed and cared for, the once fearsome Daphne smiled. Just what could possibly be better?

*

Daphne, of course, had far more duties to take care of than simply the cooking and feeding of Eric, though Asha enjoyed making use of her too. Why, she'd even had some suggestions for ways in which Eric could use her, putting her to work in the garden, the luxury of planting flowers for those with far more time available on their hands than had ever been present before. Cleaning the house, of course, was just one bit of it and Daphne threw herself into the task each and every day with due relish, though it did little to soften the muscles in her arms as she scrubbed the floors and worked harder and harder to make sure that every last corner and nook and cranny of the expansive dwelling, ever-growing, was fresh and clean and even clear of cobwebs.

It was one thing she could do, everything else falling away as she set her mind to one task at a time, working and working, never tiring. Her stamina and fitness, in that regard, served her well and the dwarf even sang lightly to herself as she cleaned, sweeping the porch and smiling at the birds that flitted to the feeders that Asha had asked to be hung.

“They bring magic back to the land," she'd said, seeming more youthful and fertile than ever as a robin landed on her shoulder as if she was a part of nature itself. “More birds will bring more power to our land and our people."

Daphne didn't know anything about that but she did know that elves were wise and they were one race, after all, that even they respected. Their magic use was well-known, even though she had not yet seen Asha using any magic openly, simply knowing it was there for when she needed it. A warrior too did not use their weapons every day and neither did a dwarf like Daphne, whose shield and broadsword had been set aside for the moment, expect Asha to brag her capabilities when she could be getting on with her life and day.

Eric, however, had something that he liked to watch and, while Asha was out fetching more supplies from the merchants, enjoying the bartering and social activity of it all, he stared at Daphne. She cleaned as if she didn't notice him, wearing a fresh yet still pink dress that showed her arms that time – all the better for moving at least a little more freely while he duly set her to work. She had to be able to climb to reach the shelves where artefacts, including the church relic, were displayed, all in testament to Eric's growing wealth and all he took for his own on top of ensuring that the village grew and prospered under him.

She looked good. Very good. Still muscled, it didn't seem that she was going to lose her physique at all or, at least, that would come very slowly. She groaned as she strained to dust the windowsill, which was a little too high for her in the hallway, set so that Eric could look out but, cheekily, hide the fact that he was naked from the waist down at the very least while he was home. Of course, he didn't have to hide it, but he enjoyed the feeling of something covert going on under the table, exciting him with a different thrill each day.

“And the seating area, Daphne," he admonished her from where he was sitting, very strategically, in a hard-backed chair, waiting. “You must ensure that the soft furnishings are cleaned beneath too."

It was a strange sort of seating arrangement he had in his sitting area, where he received guests and spent a good portion of his time at home enjoying. A modern piece of furniture, it seated several people and was the equivalent of several very large and deep chairs with a soft cushion all set together. The base and frame were wood but the cushioning atop was the richest red he could find, topped with velvety, purple cushions on which one could rest their head or support their back – truly a feature of the very rich and wealthy in the world. Why, he doubted that even the king had something so fine, but that was just something coming out of his own head, languishing in his power and sense of control.

However, it was fixed together for the time being and not all that amenable to being shifted by one person to clean underneath. Well, all Eric could do, of course, was to help by lifting it at one end, flexing his muscles and relishing in the simple act of demonstrating his strength. That allowed her to more easily stretch but her shorter dress hiked up, showing off a flash of bare pussy, the pink flushed with arousal, a state that she constantly seemed to be in those days. And who could have blamed her when she had Eric around to lust after her, using her day and night, wanting her all the time? Humming under her breath, Daphne stretched to her limit, straining to reach the last flecks of dirt and dust, cool air brushing her private regions, the pinkness of her flower. She had to get it all nice and clean for him now, didn't she? What was a little stretch when it came to pleasing her king and liege?

Eric swallowed hard, his cock rising to attention. As was common for him while home, he didn't bother with wearing anything on his bottom half and his shaft was free to swell up thick and full and hard, the tip glistening with the faintest drop of pre-cum. It took nothing at all those days to get him hard and ready and Daphne was more than enough to have him drooling for her, his shaft twitching and visibly jerking, wanting to spend himself already. Holding back was no longer an option as he enjoyed the sight of her backside lifted for him, the dress shivering and falling just so he had a glimpse of her sex but not a good look, which was something that made him want her all the more.

Eric smirked. And have her he would...

“On the seats now," he said playfully, tapping his fingers against his thigh, though she could not have failed to notice his hard-on. “Lay back... Spread your legs."

Orders like that were easy to follow and Daphne's heart leapt into her throat, pounding there as she did as he asked, though he had not requested her hitch her dress up. That was merely a happy accident as her wriggles and squirms helped reveal her pussy to him, the curl of hair barely hiding anything at all even as it made her even more of a woman in his eyes. He didn't care for any type of pussy, really, as they were all the same to him and he most certainly was not going to concern himself about a little hair as his fingers pushed into her, testing her readiness.

Most women would have needed some manner of preparation in order to get ready for sex but not Daphne, oh no... No, the dwarf woman was more than ready as she moaned out his name, shivering in place as she tried to stay still, tried to obey him. That was what he wanted, her to be still and ready, and that was what he would get, as much as her muscles tensed and she wanted so very desperately to rock her hips up, to get his fingers rammed up deeper inside her, give her everything that she'd never even known she'd needed. Yet something like that was simply not for her to decide or claim as he groaned and grunted, thrusting and pushing as hard as he could, uncaring of her comfort. She was a dwarf: she could take it. And Daphne adored every last sordid second of it.

“P-please," she begged him, struggling to force out any words that were at all coherent. “T-t-take... Take..."

And then he was on her, his cock finding the target of her pussy and ramming in, claiming her as she screamed in orgasm, howling and bellowing. There was still the matter of taming and shaping his voice but, in a way, Eric loved how she sounded too, making him feel like he was conquering something and someone far more than a woman, a wild beast that contorted against him and threatened to buck him off at any moment.

She was wild and that told in her pulse of orgasm, clawing at him, holding onto Eric for dear life as she twisted and bucked and begged him without words to use her, to make her his little sex toy. Toys were not, after all, just for children and he had a very, very adult one there begging for his attention, the man growling in the back of his throat as he drove in, pounding her, taking her, spending his seed in her.

He could not have told just how many times he climaxed inside her, pounding her into the seats, the cushions supporting her buttocks at just the right angle as he bent over her. With one foot on the floor and a knee up on the seats, he could fuck her as hard as he liked, ramming in repeatedly, the need to cum rising up with a stringent hiss deep in his soul. He could have made her orgasm as many times as he wanted too, toying with her mind and breaking her down to his will, but it was so much more entertaining to do it all naturally, letting her whine and cry out how much she loved him, loved it, loved his cock: everything.

Her tits were due some attention, however, and he tore her dress open ravishingly to reveal the bouncing mounds of flesh, although he had not had her wear any kind of undergarments, not even a vest, there to conceal them. Her nipples perked up in the lick of cool air and he hungrily twisted himself down over her, suckling her nipple into his mouth as he bit her breast lightly, lusting for the dwarf in ways that he simply could not have explained to himself.

And, as she moaned, he wondered how such a deadly fighter could be so loud, be so vocal, be so easily bent to his will. His harsh laugh was swallowed up by her breasts as he pressed his face between them, moaning and chuckling, giddy with ecstasy. His seed filled her, sloppily flooding her pussy, but he did not stop, hammering on and on, hips working like an axe into the ground, although his strokes were the kind that brought mind-spinning pleasure.

He pounded her, the lewd, wet sound of their lovemaking filling the house, though it was fucking in its most carnal, crass description. It was not the sensual loving that he gave Asha but something more perverted than what even Magrathe begged from him, nipping and kissing her breasts with due ardour. The huge mounds swayed and wobbled before his eyes and they took up almost all of his attention as he ran his tongue around her nipples too, groping and massaging them, using everything he had to take his pleasure from them. They were there, after all, for his pleasure and it was his due right to take everything he could from them.

Her mind drifted, fed everything that she ever wanted, his shaft filling her completely. Each pounding, driving stroke slammed all the way up into her innermost barrier, to the point where Eric, no matter what he tried, could go no deeper, forcing her lustful, youthful body to conform to the shape of him. Of course, she felt no pain, only pleasure, from their liaison, his mental control allowing him to both sense just how deeply he could thrust without crossing that threshold and smooth over any strain that she may have felt. It was all part of the plan, part of his joy in breaking her down into a dwarf who needed him above all else, whimpering his name over and over again.

“Oh... Eric... Eric... Oh, please... More... Please, Eric... More!"

She could not be sated with one fuck and he knew too that he had truly broken her down into his little slutty sex toy, the dwarf moaning and gyrating, although he had her pinned where she lay, hips raised and pussy strained around him. Slamming in, he let out a feral grunt, that familiar rise of orgasm snarling in the pit of his stomach, a tensing of muscle that was not soft or sensual, just a raw coming-together of emotion with physicality.

Her tits drew him and he licked them, not caring about the trail of saliva left in his wake, only caring for his own delight. And what he delighted in was her body, how he could use and abuse, in his own way, all that she had to offer him. Her breasts rose to his touch, nipples quivering, and Daphne cried out again through another orgasm, passion trembling through the lines of her body, muscle shivering even beneath the tight and lean layer of fat she was bragging. She whimpered as he kissed her, although he did not draw her deeply into the kiss as he did Asha, moaning and juddering up into his touch, her body a toy and a tool for him to do with as he willed.

And that would be all she had in her life going forward, though she would never think it had ever been anything different. She needed him, needed his cock, muttering under her breath, heat flushing hot, red patches across her body. Daphne's breath came in rough, harsh gasps, sweat slickening her skin under her arms, for she could not remain cool in such a position forever, her tits manhandled, nipples tweaked, every last inch of her heaving body adored as he thrust deep and let out a howl of pleasure, releasing his load.

Cum flooded her but he did not fill her completely, pulling out to mark her skin, letting sticky spurts of semen soak into the curl of hair at her crotch, slithering over her thigh wetly as if it was a living force. Jerking off his cock, he smeared it into her skin, wiping it off on the already soaked lips of her pussy, Daphne's arousal slopping out as if her body simply was not able to contain it.

With her breasts heaving, he directed her up and tore the rest of her dress from her, exposing her body in its entirety, her firm buttocks and heavy, soft breasts, teasing and groping. He turned her around and around, making her show herself off to him, splattered in cum as the mess dripped down her thighs, marking the floor. That would have to be cleaned up but that manner of thing was something that he would never again lift a hand to – not when he already had a dear, darling, dwarf maid to take care of that dirty work for him.

He gave her breasts one last squeeze, proffering his cock to her lips as he guided her down onto her knees. Daphne still needed a little direction but that was something that he was more than happy to offer.

“Clean me off."

She did so with her mouth, loving him as she did it best, not seeing anything else before her but his muscled, sculpted body, everything he had just what she needed, all she needed. He was the one for her and she had to stay with him, yes, stay with him to make sure everything would be alright. His cock was just right under her tongue as she swept it carefully around the tip, down behind the glands and along the length. Not even his balls were left aside as she cleaned those off with her mouth and tongue too, her lips doing a good job of pleasing him, as he had anticipated she would do.

She'd been the right choice, he knew that. It had only taken a little touch on her mind to push her into something more, the true role that she was meant to play. With her tits heaving, trembling with passion, Daphne was in her rightful place on her knees, straining up for his cock, nuzzling along the underside as it smacked her face lightly, showing her even more so just where her place was.

Straightening up, Eric chuckled lightly at her and patted her head, backing off. His pleasure was done and, well, Daphne would soon see just what more he had in store for her, his cock still hard but soon to soften. Sex all day and night, after all, was just one of the many pleasures he had in his new station, even though he could control the minds of others to, at the very least, carry out his will and bidding without him having to have an active influence each and every day. They had to do things without him too, after all, and he had to go and have his fun where possible, wherever possible. Daphne was only one of his charges, as much as he looked forward to seeing her change, her body becoming a little gentler and more feminine while still leaving her battle-ready and powerful, prepared for anything and everything.

With the shreds of the dress scattered around her, she whimpered as she looked up at him, waiting on his next command. It was all she could do and she knew that too, as much as her heart turned over, beautifully so, for him.

“Continue cleaning the house, Daphne," he said with a smile, casting her a look back over his shoulder as he left her to his work, sitting in a puddle of cum and cum dripping down her face. “And do not put your clothes back on. I like you like that."

So it was but the dwarf could not have possibly have been happier about the arrangement as she went about her work with a spring in her step, though she had to go back over the same ground more than once to clean up the mess of cum drooling from her. Her poor, stretched pussy didn't seem to want to tighten back up again but that would all come to rights after a good night of sleep and she was hardly concerned about it in the slightest, whimpering for the lusts of her lord all over again. The powerful leader would set them to rights, yes, she was confident of it, and nothing at all could ever go wrong under Eric's rule.

But only time would tell what Eric's plans for the village were as his reach spread wider and wider and chaos itself knocked on the doors of strangers...

The world was up for his taking.