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From Banished to Duchess

Chapter 3

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By Draconicon

Her lusts sated for the moment, Drakina lowered her servant to the ground once more. Almser happily grinned up at her, pussy filled to the brim and asshole likewise, seed dripping down her thighs to the stone below. The dragoness petted the squirrel, stroking one claw down the female's back before getting to her feet. The other females and the male slaves that they had brought were still on their knees, bound with shackles that were no longer needed. Their eyes had already glazed over, the pheromones from her rut with her toy already doing the work that would normally be done by magic.

She strode over to them, laying her hands on the heads of the females. They looked up, panting softly, their eyes hazy, their mouths stained with a hint of drool. She stroked her thumbs across their lips, cleaning the mess away, shaking her head at the robin and the mouse. At the unnamed female and this...Tila. She looked them in the eyes, her smile growing as she leaned down.

"The pair of you are going to be better behaved from now on, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Yes, mistress," said the robin.

"Yes, mistress," said Tila.

"Very good..."

She stepped around them, making her way to the mouth of the cave. The male slaves and Almser followed, the chains that the magic had formed falling away from them, allowing them to crawl in her wake. She could feel them staring at her with all the lust in the world, the cavern soaked with her scent and their brains likewise. She knew that they'd eagerly follow her for the half-chance to get what Almser had already gotten, and she was half-tempted to allow that.

But not yet. Not yet.

She walked down the stone passage, coming to the end and stepping out into the light once more. The sun burned at the edge of the horizon, showing that she had gone through another all-night fuck session. That was nothing new. She had done that many times back in the Dragon Realm, and once she re-stocked her collection of toys, she imagined that she'd do it quite a few times, here, too.

But that was for later. For now, she had a village to attend to.

"Almser."

"Yes, mistress?" the newly feminized squirrel asked.

"Where is your village?"

"Down there, mistress, past the trees, at the edge of the Matriarchy."

"Do all the kingdoms here come right up to the mountain?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress. The Matriarchy comes highest, but there's also the kingdoms of Aussir and Selwai, on the other sides."

So, the mountain was effectively divided into three different portions, with her part probably out of reach of all three. If one of the kingdoms had managed to claim the peak, that would have effectively meant that they owned the whole thing, since the height advantage would have let them rain down destruction on their rivals.

But if the Matriarchy was already making its way that far up as the village near the forests, that meant that they were probably aiming for the peak, anyway. That was something that she wasn't going to allow.

A dragoness needed some space for herself, after all.

"Come with me, little ones."

"What about the other mistresses?" one of the other slaves, the fox that had been the first to submit to her scent, asked.

"They will remain here. Won't they?"

Drakina reached out, touching the magic that still perched at her shoulder. It all but preened at her touch, and it gave her the warmth of an affirmation. It was more than willing to keep them there, so long as she desired it.

"Good, good..."

"Who are you talking to, mistress?" Almser asked.

"Just my little helper."

The magic swirled around her, almost offended. Little helper, indeed. It had been the one to give her all this. It was the one that -

She fixed her attention to it, her eyes flaring with purple light for a moment. She seized her own magic, holding out her hand toward the energies that spun in little whirlwinds at her feet. The magic slowed, its indignation and nervous energy focusing on her again.

"Do you want to test yourself?" she asked. "Do you want to lose what I give you?"

There was silence for a moment, from the slaves and from the magic. It slowly bowed again, lowering itself in apology. She nodded, her fingers and eyes going back to their normal, magicless state.

"Good...good."

It was very childlike, and that meant that it didn't have the same broken standard that the others in her employ had shown. She needed to remember that the magic had only just submitted to her. It didn't know how to anticipate her yet, didn't know how to do more than try and please her, guessing at her wants and needs. That was something that she'd have to teach it, encouraging it all the way.

It would be annoying, but all things considered, it would be worth it in the end. Having something that was omnipresent keeping an eye on things would make her life far easier in the long term.

"Come." That was meant for the slaves and the magic. "Let's see this little village."

"Follow me, mistress."

Almser took the lead, finding one of the paths down from the mountain. Drakina followed, and as she did, she let herself enjoy the feeling of power. Multiple slaves taken from those that weren't treating them well, and all of them more than eager to follow her. It was a promising start.

She descended the mountain naked. The feeling was surprisingly pleasurable, and one that she planned to enjoy regularly. Back in the Dragon Realm, she had been forced by standards that she didn't agree with to stay clothed more often. She had been 'encouraged' to stay in robes while walking the slopes of her own mountain, when meeting with the archmages, whenever she was not in her own caves. It had been ridiculous, but the force of power that the others could summon had always been just sufficient to force her into going along with it. Here, where no other had the support of the magic that she did?

Drakina felt the soft earth between her toes between steps on the hard rocks that they walked in, savored the sun on her breasts and rump, the feeling of the cold wind blowing up between her legs and over her shaft and sac. There was something primal, powerful, sensual to that feeling.

It wouldn't be long until she was addicted to it, she imagined. What was the point of clothing when there was no need to keep the weather out?

The village itself was not quite what she expected. There were three timber yards, each attached to a sawmill that followed the river down from the upper part of the mountain. They were running when she arrived. They continued running, though the men working them came rushing out to see her as she entered the village.

"Almser?" she asked as they walked through what passed for the gate of the village, a hole in the spikes that pointed outward. "What is the name of this place?"

"Wanin, mistress," the squirrel said, bowing her head and blushing, obviously fighting not to cover herself as she followed along.

"Wanin." She tasted the word. "Hmm. It means nothing to me, but it's an...interesting place."

And that pause was more than deserved. There was a core to the village where the buildings rose to two or three stories tall, with what had to be the village town hall being the tallest of the latter, with two spikes pointing straight up and a long pennant hanging between them. The smell of food wafted from the village center, too, while everywhere beside the sawmills and lumber yards...well, that smelled of sweat, exhaustion, and half-rotted wood. The cut wood that had been brought in had obviously sat for too long in many cases, and -

And there were no females working in the mills, she noticed. She looked back up the path, saw that there were some newcomers bringing wood down that stopped to stare at the newcomer, the stranger, but they were all males, as well. Every male in sight wore little more than a loincloth, and those that were working on the mills themselves were peppered with bits of splinters and bark that had gotten through their fur.

Drakina slowly cracked her neck from one side to the other. That bothered her.

"Almser. Am I right in saying that the Matriarchy basically says that males are slaves just for being male?"

"Well, um...yes?" The squirrel tapped her fingers together. "There's something with the ladies, too, but...if you are male, you're a slave. If you're female and have a dick, you're just above slaves, but still less than real females."

"...I see."

Drakina didn't mind slaves, for the most part. There was something to be said for having a system where you could have someone lower than you as a worker, as a worshiper, as someone that would do things that you didn't want to do. Admittedly, for her, having a slave was less about pushing her own work off onto someone else and more to have someone to boss around, to use and enjoy, but that was neither here nor there.

There was even pleasure to be found in the idea of all non-dragons being slaves to dragons, though it was 'pleasure' rather than the rightness of the idea. The idea of one group being inherently unable to be slaves, however...that annoyed her.

The magic swirled, picking up on her mood. It started creeping towards the center of Wanin, and she pulled it back.

"Not yet."

Not until she had a chance to talk to them herself, at least.

The more that she looked around the village, the more that she realized that she was taking this responsibly. That wasn't her. That wasn't her style at all. She had always done what she wanted - or at least, what she could get away with - and now, she was having to take it slow. She was having to do it in a gentler way. She was having to do it -

Goddamn it...I'm doing it the way that my brother would.

Grumbling under her breath, Drakina snapped her fingers. The magic leaped up. She pointed over her shoulders, and it leaped to her, attaching part of itself to her neck and shoulders and falling down her spine like a cape. Shimmers of light appeared over her, becoming some sort of gradient, half-physical cloth that rotated between indigo to deep purple and back again, always shimmering with its own magical movement.

It also pressed right up against her rump, grinding on it, squeezing it. She smiled; the magic was still learning, and wished to explore her as much as she allowed it.

"Come on."

She walked naked through the village, and everywhere she went, she caught eyes. There were mostly men to be found, and she imagined that the females in the Matriarchy basically competed to find the most men that they could actually boss around at a time, and then ensured that they were well-trained, doing what they were told. The males outnumbered the females by at least four to one, and there were times when she wondered if the ratio wasn't higher.

But even as she walked by males that started stiffening and tenting their loincloths the minute that they laid eyes on her, she could feel that there were a few other glances her way, too. She could tell the difference between a male or female eye based on just how intense the stare was, and the feeling behind it.

Some looked at her with lust.

Some glanced at her with fear.

Some glared at her with anger.

She was fine with all of them, and even threw a little swagger into her walk, exaggerating her sway, allowing her cock to swing from side to side as her thighs pushed her balls forward and dropped them back again and again. She even put a little more force behind her walk, letting it go more bird-like as she half-stomped with every step, as if putting her footprint on the village and claiming it for her own.

It didn't take long before she had a miniature congregation following her through the village, the men - and some small number of females - following her through the streets towards the center of town. They blushed, whispering to each other as they followed her, and she heard some of what they said.

"What is she?"

"Who cares about what, who is she?"

"Maybe someone from the Matriarchy?"

"They wouldn't send a shafted one, would they?"

"A stranger from the other kingdoms?"

"Why's she naked?"

"She's...she's hot..."

"Mmph. Don't think about it. She's one of them. We don't get to -"

"A man can dream, can't he?"

They were clearly pushed down quite far if they weren't allowed to take their pleasure from time to time. She imagined that the females ensured that the males were kept chaste somehow, if that was the case.

An interesting system, but one that she was going to have to put an end to. At least, for now.

She finally reached the steps to the town hall. Two vixens stood at the door, each one with a spear, and they stared at her as she approached. One started to lower her spear to keep Drakina at bay, only to be thrust to the side with a twitch of the dragoness's tail. The magic did the work for her, clearing the way for its mistress. The other vixen stared, her eyes wide, the leather armor she wore clacking slightly - it was obviously newly hardened, and she was obviously new to the job. Drakina smiled.

"You want to get out of my way."

"I...you...who are you? What do you want here in Wanin?"

"Heh, what do I want?" The dragoness spread her arms, turning and gesturing all around her. "I want this."

She expected either silence or violence, and she got the latter. The vixen gasped and stabbed for her with the spear, likely thinking that it was the only chance that she was going to get to stop this before it got out of hand. It was too late, of course; the whole situation was already out of their hands and into hers.

The spear came close to her spine before the magic lashed out, defending her. The spear exploded outwards, becoming a bundle of serpents that were barely holding together, with one large snake at the very base that wrapped like a rope around the vixen's wrists. The others fell to the ground, becoming a hissing cluster of serpents that, quite honestly, Drakina hadn't expected in the slightest. She looked over her shoulder, then down at the ground, then back at the vixen, putting a small smile on her face to hide the slight surprise at the magic's choice of transformation.

"I don't think you want to try that again, dear."

"What...what the...you aren't..."

"Watch your words." The dragoness narrowed her eyes for a moment before forcing the smile back, shaking her head. "I think that you'll find that I'm a bit more complicated than whatever you've been dealing with."

"Are...are you from Aussir? Or Selwai?"

"Neither. Almser?"

"Yes, mistress?" the squirrel asked.

"Go inside. Announce me."

"Yes, mistress."

The squirrel passed between the unconscious vixen and the paralyzed one. Drakina leaned in, pressing her hand to the other woman's shoulder. The guard winced slightly, trying and failing to pull away.

Watch, she told the magic.

Instead of transforming the other woman, instead of burning her, she did something else. She pulled at her power, and then reached out to the materials that the woman wore. Not for life, not for energy, but for the intent that had made the clothes. The garments. The residual bits of power that had been exerted over nature to bind them into what they were now.

Nothing existed that had not had influence exerted over it at some point or another. Whether that was the influence of the natural forces of the world, like gravity, or the influence of a person to force the things into a different shape, or to encourage them into a different, more 'natural' life than they would normally have had, there was always something that had changed their course. Such influences existed in everything, and left traces behind, even in dead things.

Such influence, starting from the beginning of something's existence, meant that everything had been conditioned to obey (at least on some level) from the point it had entered reality. All she did...was encourage it to listen to her, instead.

Shatter.

And with nothing but that command, enforced by the magic that she had inside her, the leather armor snapped. The cotton jerkin beneath it unraveled. The rough, faded silks that the vixen wore under that came apart, as if they had never been, crumbling into dust. Her boots, leather as her armor, cracked and came apart, leaving her body completely exposed.

The magic flew from her back, the cape disappearing. It was awed, sweeping about like a wild wind, all while the vixen helplessly tried to cover herself with her bound arms. Drakina chuckled, lifting the female's hands in the air.

"I told you. I'm a bit more complicated than anything that you deal with."

"Let...let me..."

"Ah ah. Come here."

Lowering the vixen down, she pulled the naked woman against her chest. Grinding that narrow muzzle between her breasts, she held her there, making her breathe it in. The pheromones that clung to her chest, her breasts, were less powerful than those that clung to her other parts, but they were nonetheless strong enough for this. The other woman gasped for breath, groaning, trying to find a way to pull back, but she was too weak.

Not to mention that the pheromones were already doing their job. Soon, the vixen's little grunts of complaint were fading, her eyes going glassy. Her tail started raising up, showing off her fine - if small - rump, and her legs started shaking. Her hands relaxed in the scaled, coiling grip of the snake around her arms, and she started grinding her thighs together, whimpering softly as the lust took her.

The males that had followed her to the town hall stared in utter shock. They had probably never seen a female so quickly overwhelmed, and some of them started muttering. She heard some loincloths flapping down, and she turned to look over her shoulder. One stallion was already groping himself, stepping forward.

She caught him with the tip of her tail against his belly button.

"Did I give you permission?" she asked.

"..."

"I did not. Now...step back."

"...I want her."

"No. Step back."

"What are you going to do if I don't?"

Drakina smiled.

Almser came back five minutes later, and she left the tap-dancing stallion to continue his little performance for the next hour. It had been a simple spell to strip him naked and leave him with a pair of anxious hooves and a tail that had grown firm and long, and sentient, for that matter. It would keep him well-fucked as he danced for the crowd.

She pulled the vixen in with her into the town hall, then tucked the semi-conscious woman against the wall. The vixen reached down and started fingering herself immediately, huffing and panting, her face red as she probably realized on some level what she was doing, and wasn't sure how to stop it.

Drakina locked the door. Almser looked at her, cocking her head to the side.

"Mistress?"

"The crowd's a little riled up. I don't want them making mistakes."

That done, she turned. The town hall's main chamber was already occupied, this time by an equal number of males and females. The males ranged from wolves to foxes to the occasional avian, while the women were all wolves. Gray wolves, as a matter of fact. Pack, she imagined, that had been running Wanin for some time.

It was the males that looked interested in her, however, and the females sitting in front of the men at a half-moon table that looked concerned and uncomfortable. Drakina chuckled, shaking her head as she approached.

"I assume that Almser announced me and introduced me," she said, looking from face to face. "Shall we get on with the surrender, then?"

"There will be no such thing," the central wolf female said. She was the youngest, Drakina noticed, probably in her early twenties rather than the thirties or forties of the rest of this little council. "We are merely going to listen to what you have to say. Unless it's an apology, we're throwing you in jail and then throwing away the key."

"How charming that you think you can do that."

"You think I'm bluffing?" the gray wolf growled.

"I think that you don't understand the situation."

"Really? And you do?"

Drakina lifted her arms, extending them to her sides. The magic streamed off her fingers, invisibly creeping through the air. A glance at each male made the magic quite aware of her target, and it carried her scent with it. A simple breath had the various men on their tiptoes, their eyes wider, their loincloths raising up. One of the females that was a little more attentive turned, her eyes widening.

"Males. An orgasmic salute is in order."

Drakina snapped her fingers. The magic clenched, like a magic line going through their heads and through their cocks. All at once, every male around the table thrust their hips forward, some of the shorter, less-endowed ones merely staining their loincloths, but seven of the thirteen were big enough to push their cocks free and squirt over the table. One or two of the females, slower on the uptake, were splattered across the face, shocked and gasping from what had just happened.

The central one, their apparent leader, went red. She stood up.

"This is beyond inappropriate. Who do you think you are?"

"Almser already introduced me. I'm Drakina. And I'm taking Wanin for my own. It really could use some improvement."

"You - no. That is not happening. Guards!" The wolf cast her head from side to side, looking at the slaves, then further out. "Guards! Come when your Councilwoman calls you!"

"I think that they're measuring their options, Taelin," the older wolf that had noticed what was happening to the males muttered.

"Silence, Baena. They will come. Guards! Slaves!"

Baena shook her head, an expression of resignation crossing her cheeks, pulling the back of her muzzle down slightly. Oh, she understood. She understood quite well, Drakina thought.

The males behind the councilwomen, panting from the pleasure of their orgasm, were in no fit state to do anything. The guards, such as they were, seemed to be unwilling to show their faces. Drakina took a step forward, the soft 'pat' of her cock slapping from leg to leg pulling all attention in the otherwise silent hall.

The females kept their eyes on her, and Drakina kept her eyes on them. She smiled indulgently.

"Now...Taelin, was it?" the dragoness asked. "I'm going to ask you one last time. Let's talk surrender, and maybe I'll let you keep that pretty little chair. Not the clothes, though; no point in that for what I will want."

"You...you dare to talk down to me? Whoever you are, you're not getting anything from us."

"Hmm, is that the opinion of the rest of the council?"

Drakina spread her arms once more, feeling the magic leaping from her. It went through the wolves, many of them sitting up a little straighter as it touched them, pulled them back against their chairs. It was akin to an invisible binding, holding them just under the breasts, pulling their heads back. Taelin gasped as it happened to her, while Baena sighed in resignation. The dragoness looked down the half-circle, meeting each wolf's eyes.

"This is only the beginning. I could just take this place. If I was from your enemies, I would do just that, end all of you. But I haven't. Can anyone here tell me what that means?"

"That you'd like us to be reasonable and talk with you," Baena muttered.

"Shut it, old woman! We are not -"

"If there's something that you can do besides talk, Taelin, do it. Otherwise, take a cue from your elders and learn to listen."

"She's a shafted one. You're going to bend the knee to that?"

The same tone that had been in Tila's voice with the word 'monster' was there again. Drakina was not baited, or so she told herself. Instead, she took it upon herself to move more calmly...even as the magic pulled Taelin's head back, pinning her throat to her chair with an invisible collar that came within a hair's breadth of utterly cutting off her air supply. As it stood, it would feel very similar to a hand around her throat as the dragoness walked forward.

She stepped onto the table, walking over it. Eventually, she lifted one leg, putting her foot on the wolf's head, tilting it back so that she could pull her balls out of the way to show her pussy.

"I am woman enough for you. And I am man enough for them," Drakina said, nodding at the males behind the chairs. "And you...are bitch enough to make me want to rip your mind out of your head, fuck you into oblivion, and then keep you tied up, on all fours, your thoughts forever after tied to your sex, leaving you unable to think of anything but getting rutted by the very creatures you look down on. And you're this close to making me do that right now. Do you understand me?"

"..."

"Good. Now." She dragged her foot down, pinching Taelin's nose between her toes. She turned, shifting her position but staying on one foot, gripping the table with her toes and the vixen's nose with her other foot, keeping it pinned in place, smelling her. "The rest of you. Let me make this clear.

"I am taking Wanin for my own. Anybody have anything to say about that?"

"Just one," Baena said from her edge of the table. "What do you want from us? Why do you want to take it?"

"Mostly? I want it as a buffer. I'm moving in on the top of the mountain, and I want something between me and whatever morons want to try and conquer it. I want my space, and I'm going to keep it.

"But I also saw what was happening. I'm not entirely keen on the fact that you live like males are completely less than females. Hell, I'm not keen on it the other way around, either. If someone's gonna be a slave, then they should be brought down fairly."

Taelin grunted against her toes, and Drakina sighed, cracking her tail. The stubborn wolf jumped.

"She's a willful one, isn't she?"

"She always has been, ever since her mother promised her the council seat," Baena said, shaking her head. "It wasn't always as bad as this."

"Was it always men at the bottom?"

"...Well, somewhat."

"Then it was always worse than it should have been." Drakina looked around the room. "Here's the offer. It's your choice whether to take it or not, but keep in mind that if you don't, I'm just going to rescind it and do whatever I want. Wanin becomes mine. Your thirteen males here become your fellow councilors. Council of twenty-six instead of thirteen."

"Mmmph!" Taelin protested.

"Shut up before I sit on you." Drakina could feel her resistance waning and shook her head. "You all become token slaves to me. No more trade to the Matriarchy. Everything flows upwards to me. In return, I take care of you. Fix the walls, for example. And I make sure that you don't get bothered by either of the other kingdoms."

"...What will you do with us as your slaves?" Baena asked.

"Whatever I want."

"That's a little open-ended, isn't it?"

"I like to keep my options open. Besides, I'm still figuring out what I want to do here. And it's not like you're not getting a better offer from me."

That last was addressed more to the males behind the councilwomen rather than the wolves themselves. With representation on the council, the men would suddenly have the numbers to have a say in things. They'd represent quite a swathe of the village, and at least they'd all be equally enslaved rather than just one side of the village being free.

Drakina saw some of them starting to reach for the women, half-ready to throw them from their chairs, only to stop when the dragoness held up her hand.

"Let them make the decision. I said that they had the chance."

It didn't go unnoticed that every single wolf spent time looking at her cock rather than anything else. To them, clearly, that was what mattered. Not the fact that she was a dragoness, not the fact that she had magic and power, not the offers that she had made. No, it was the fact that she had a dick, and she had challenged the Matriarchy.

But one, at least, had the common sense to see the writing on the wall. Baena nodded.

"Aye. I say surrender."

The wolves grunted, but one by one, they gave an answer. It alternated at first, three for and three against, but after that, the ones for surrender came more frequently. Even before it came down to the swaying wolfess behind her, nose buried against the dragoness's foot, the vote had swung to eight for surrender, four against.

She pulled her toes from Taelin's muzzle. The gray wolf slumped back, her eyes glazed over, her face pulled up in a grin of bliss. Her nipples stood out against her tunic, and she moaned softly.

"And you, little bitch?" Drakina asked.

"I...I say...surrender."

"Good...Now. Councilwomen. I think that your slaves have long-wanted a chance to sit. Vacate your chairs."

The wolves didn't seem happy about it, but they did as they were told. The slaves, gasping, stepped forward. Taelin's slave in particular, a rather tall moose, stepped forward and looked Drakina in the eye. He didn't sit. Instead, he leaned forward, bowing over her cock. He lifted the head, kissed it, and then bowed to kiss her toes.

"Thank you, mistress," he said.

"Heh..." At least one of them knew his place. "Do that again."

"Mmm. Happily, mistress."

"But slower this time..."

The End

Summary: Drakina heads down the mountain to change things and have a little fun.

Tags: H/F, H/M, Magic, Domination, Drakina, Dragoness, Vixen, Bondage, Musk, Tits, Foot Fetish, Series, Mind Control, Nudity, Femdom, Exhibitionism, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Cum,