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From Banished to Duchess

Chapter 4

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By Draconicon

Drakina gave the neighboring kingdoms credit: they worked fast. While she was dealing with consolidating Wanin as her new territory, they moved to try and take it for their own. She imagined that they had posted scouts nearby to keep an eye on any sort of chaos or instability in the area, just in case they had the chance to take it when the Matriarchy's power waned. They moved in from either side, one sending foot soldiers to seize it, the other sending gliders on the first winds of magic that she had seen in this world.

Neither had succeeded, and both gave her exactly what she needed to prove herself. The walls of Wanin held, and the forces of Aussir and Selwai were sent packing with embarrassing ease.

Drakina stood at the top of the town hall, watching as the gliders hurried off, harried by birds that had been called from the forest, and the foot soldiers remained bound in the mud just outside the village. They'd been all but useless against her power. Or...well, the power of the magic around her. It swirled at her shoulders, looking at her with an invisible, intangible head cocked to the side, as if a curious pet had taken up residence on her shoulders.

"You did well," she muttered.

There were no pats, however. She didn't like relying on something else to this degree. It was...starting to get ideas above its station, and she didn't like that.

The purple dragoness fluttered her wings, hopping down from the town hall. Three days. Three days since taking Wanin, and the other sides in this little 'war' between three kingdoms had moved against her. If they were that ready for war, for conquest, then she gave herself a week before some other force tried to take the village from her. Whether that would be the Matriarchy trying to get it back or one of the other kingdoms, she didn't know, but it would be someone.

But until then, she had a little breathing room, particularly since the retreating enemies on the flying side would be telling their people about someone that had a lot of magic. That should keep them from moving so quickly in the future.

The town hall opened up again, and Soren - the moose that had come forward as Taelin's counterpart - bowed his head to her in greeting.

"Mistress."

"Soren. How are things?" she asked, looking away from him and back to the town.

"Well enough. The council is as balanced as it will ever be."

"The women aren't giving you trouble?"

"Baena is keeping them in line." He chuckled as he walked up behind her. "And they all fear you."

"And the men?"

"The same, but there's gratitude, too."

The dragoness nodded. That was about as good as she could hope for, she'd realized. There was no way that she was going to rule by gratitude alone, not with the way that she had come rushing in. She needed them to know that she was going to leave them be, for the most part, that she didn't have any interest in ruling them directly. That would get them to do most of the work for her, and ensure that she only had to follow through with keeping the other kingdoms from putting their grubby little hands on her property.

That was the hope, at least.

"So, what happened?" Soren asked. "Take them for your property, too?"

"Oh, I'll keep a few soldiers, but the gliders already ran off."

"So fast?"

"So easy."

"I'm glad that you're on our side."

"You should be."

She curled her finger, calling him to follow, and he did. As she walked through the small village, she took note of the various changes that had already taken place in the last few days. The Matriarchy, in all its foolishness, had ensured that one side of the population never worked, and the other side always did. The males that had been enslaved to the various women in power were free to do what they wanted now, but that meant that they were going to be dealing with some stupidity for a while. Several severe accidents had already called her to the mills, forcing her to make the magic heal the idiots that didn't know what they were doing, and some of the males had been told to educate the females in how work was done.

The lumber was still rotting, too, and she'd told the men to stop bringing as much wood down. There was too much to begin with, and the Matriarchy wouldn't need that much that fast. They were obviously not paying to get it off the mountain, so there was no point in getting so much processed. Take some of it off the to-do list, and then wait for the demand to climb. If there was a real need for it, then they'd pick it up again later. If not, then they'd find something else to do.

Leaving the mills and the milling males behind - she'd need to find something for them to do, she supposed - she walked out of the new Wanin gate. Instead of just a hole in the wall, she'd raised the earth itself, forming a massive barrier to those that tried to get through on the ground. It opened at a touch from her, though for the men and women that lived in the village, it would need a series of sigils drawn from the inside. From the outside, it didn't open at all. She stepped through, Soren following her, his loincloth flapping in time to her dick tapping between her thighs.

She paused, looking down at the soldiers waiting for her in the mud just outside the village. A simple spell had been all that she needed to push them away from the walls, and a second one had turned the mud to stone around their legs. They were down on their knees, sinking up to their thighs in the muck, and she chuckled despite herself at the way that some of them still fought against the imprisoning magic.

"You'd think that they'd learn that they're not getting out," she muttered.

"How long have they been there?" Soren asked.

"Hmm, about ten minutes."

"That's...not long."

"It's powerful magic, Soren. I thought that they'd understand that."

"Our magic isn't...isn't very good, Mistress."

"Clearly."

As she walked through the mud, the magic followed. It teased her, sliding through the muck, pulling at it, warming it against her toes. She could feel the flirtatious side of the magic, could feel the way that it was sliding through her, making her feel the slime of the mud through her toes, the erotic sensation of being in contact with the earth, the cool wind rising up her legs and up to her sexes.

Drakina waved it away. Time for that later, much as it was pleasurable now. She advanced on the fox soldiers, looking down at the squad of them. Two had already run off, having been at the edge of the mud field when she had cast her spells and having avoided the bondage. They would serve as messengers. These would be the prisoners.

"So...where are you from? You," she said, nodding at the fox with a few badges sewn into his leathers. "Where are you from?"

He spat at her feet. Without even being ordered, Soren lunged forward, grabbing him by the throat.

"Now, now, Soren, not so rough."

She patted the moose on the hand, and he let go of the fox. The vulpine officer coughed, shaking his head as she knelt down by him.

"Let's try that again. Where are you from?" she asked.

"Mmmph..."

"He's from -"

Drakina held up a hand, stopping Soren in his verbal tracks. She hadn't asked him. She'd asked the fox. She wanted an answer from this one.

He grumbled as she kept staring at him. She didn't let him look away, though. Every time he tried, she put a clawed finger under his chin and turned his head back toward her.

"Where are you from?" she repeated for the third time.

"...Selwai. We're from Selwai," he finally muttered.

"Good, good. Now we're getting somewhere. And you are...what?"

"..."

"Your rank, fox."

"...Captain."

"Good."

That gave her a little context to his symbols on his uniform, at least. The dragoness got back to her feet, glancing around the group. She could see that there was little in the way of commanded loyalty there. The other foxes were not staring at him for orders, nor were they looking for any chance to rescue him. Their eyes were on the edges of the mud-field, considering how to get out, how to get away.

I could keep him, and there'd be no motivation to try and rescue him, she thought. No, let's try something...

Yes. That would work.

"I'll be keeping two of them, Soren," Drakina said. "I'll take this captain...what is your name?" she asked.

"Mortus. Captain Mortus," the fox said.

"I'll keep Mortus, and...that one."

Pointing at one of the soldiers at the back of the group, one of the younger ones, immediately got a reaction from the rest of the troop. The fox, silver-furred rather than red, stood out from the rest as someone new. His uniform was too clean, compared to theirs, and he didn't look nearly as comfortable in the muck. The other soldiers immediately started protesting, but she silenced them with a wave of her hand.

Magic worked quite well when you told it to shut someone's mouth. In this case, it took their mouths away entirely. Quite draining compared to other spells to merely slam their jaws shut, but much more visually dramatic.

"I'll take those two with me back to the top of the mountain. The rest can be kept here," she said.

"You'll be...going back, Mistress?" Soren asked. "I thought that you'd take up residence here."

"I was considering it, but I know better than to remind you of myself too often."

That, and she had a need for her own space. They might give her something nice down here, but she had every reason to believe that Taelin was still trying to cause problems. The wolf would only find it that much easier to rally people against her if there were others that could see her living in the lap of luxury.

And there was no way that she was resigning herself to something less than that. She had conquered this village and she was entitled to that. If she was going to live anywhere, then she was going to live somewhere comfortable. Somewhere surrounded by the various people that she cared to fuck.

She grabbed Soren by the ass, feeling the soft flesh. She had been planning to fuck him since he greeted her with a blowjob and some worship to her soles, but she hadn't gotten around to it. Maybe...

No. Later. She patted his ass a couple of times, then gave him a gentle push. A snap of her fingers convinced the magic to let the two foxes she'd picked loose, and another snap sealed the stone bindings to their wrists, pulling them behind their back and leaving them essentially helpless.

"Get some rope for the others and take them behind the wall. I'll be preparing to head back to the mountain top soon. After setting up some communication spells, anyway."

"Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry to see you go."

"I'll be back." She smiled. "Count on that."

"I hope so."

And so did she. She doubted that Wanin would stay the same without some serious pushes from her to keep it that way. She might have claimed it, but that didn't mean that Taelin, her conspirators, or the rest of the Matriarchy would respect that. There were those that stood to gain a great deal by going back to the way things were, and she didn't plan to give them a roadmap to do that.

She gestured for the foxes to follow her, and back to the village they went.

Drakina settled in a chair, resting her chin on a hand as she considered her options. The foxes, Mortus and Callai - the silver one - were waiting in the other room. Mostly thinking that she was going to torture them, as far as their attitude went. She shook her head. She had other concerns.

Namely, the magic.

She whistled, and the feeling in the room changed, the magic turning its attention to her once more. It pulled together tightly, consolidating itself into a shimmering silhouette of sparkles before her. It was almost person-shaped, now, as if emulating her.

Drakina narrowed her eyes. The figure stopped pulling together.

"You need to stop," she whispered.

It didn't answer, at least, not with words. Instead, it cocked its head to the side, gesturing with arms that were more like blobs at this point. It was confused.

"You're not doing what I tell you. You are doing more."

That didn't help. The magic gesticulated at the door with the foxes, then at itself.

"Yes, you did well with them." She held up a hand as it started to move around slightly. "But not what I asked. I wanted you to keep them at bay, contain them. Not sink them into the mud. You could have drowned them in the muck if I hadn't come out there sooner than later. And the gliders."

The shimmering figure was fading. The magic was trying to leave. She shook her head, drawing on her own shimmering, purple magic. A circle of it appeared, binding the figure where it stood. She squeezed, feeling it pushing against her, almost breaking free in one hard blow.

It was a reminder of how powerful the magic of the world was, and how much power she had to exert to keep it in place. If it pushed with full power, it would break through. If it turned against her, if she lost control, if she was not able to keep her domination and its fascination, even she would not be able to keep it completely under her thumb. The most she could do was avert its power.

I am the one in charge, she told herself. I am the one that it will listen to. It wants to obey me.

Or at least, it had. So far. She'd given it something to do, given it directions but a free hand in how to do it. The other mages, as far as she could tell, constrained the magic too much. She did not.

It was a delicate balance, and one that she had to get right.

"The gliders. I told you to bring them down. You chased them away."

It threw its arms in the air, almost like a child throwing a tantrum. 'What do you want from me,' she could almost hear it saying. She twitched her fingers up, pulling the purple circle up in a cylinder of light.

"I want you to do what you're told," Drakina said. "You came to me, remember? I gave you what you wanted...I am teaching you, giving you something that nobody else can. If you don't listen to me, then you will not get a second chance."

It stared at her. There were definite eyes there, invisible as they were. The shimmering tried to fade, but her power held it. For now. She got off the chair, leaning in to whisper to the magic properly.

"You will listen to me...or you will lose me."

The magic didn't respond. Perhaps she was overestimating what it was able to understand, or perhaps she had pushed it too far. In either case, she snapped her fingers. The silhouette disappeared, leaving her alone. She sighed, rubbing her forehead as she felt the tingling sensation of the previously omnipresent magic pulling back from her, retreating from the room, even the building proper.

That was going to take some time to figure out. It was probably pouting, if such a thing could be done. Or perhaps it was something even less than that, like a cat pulling back from someone that hadn't given it what it wanted.

In either case, there was no magic in the building save for what she carried inside herself, and that meant that she was going to be vulnerable. She would have to take steps, ensure that she didn't weaken herself too much if something went wrong. There was no obvious likelihood that anyone would make a move against her - even Taelin knew better than that - but it was just barely possible that someone might.

But if they did...

I'll handle them. I can handle anyone.

Spending some of her energy to establish a spell that would allow Soren or the other councilors to contact her in her mountain home, Drakina retired to her village house. It was one of the nicer ones in the center, two-story and adjacent to the town hall. Each chamber was as opulent as a village house could be, with rugs of fur along the walls and floor, and decorative carved wood here and there.

None of that mattered to her. What mattered was the silver fox on her bed, waiting for her. Mortus had been sent to wait for her at the top of the mountain, to carry the news to the entranced Tila and her robin companion, while the other - Callai - was made to wait for her here. He still wore his leathers, though he had been stripped of his boots and his weapons. He knelt on her bed, his head down, his silver fur a bit matted with nervous sweat.

The purple dragoness smiled in the doorway, looking at him. He was barely five feet tall, with ears that took him up another few inches. His build was more what she might have seen on one of the more scholarly dragon mages back home, the kind that leaned on the lanky, skinny sort of body that hadn't had the chance to build up much muscle yet. None of that wide-hipped vixen-ass, though.

She didn't mind. He'd do well enough in other ways.

"Callai."

He looked up at her, his eyes fixing on her naked body, bouncing between her breasts to her cock and balls, then back up, and then looking down as if trying to stare behind her sac. She chuckled, lifting it to show off her barely-visible slit.

"Yes, there's one of those, too," she said. "And you might get lucky enough to try it."

"...Why did you pick me?" he asked.

"Because you're not a soldier. And because, apparently, you matter to your squad."

"..."

"Personally, I don't care why. All that matters is that you matter. Whether you're some prince on a mission, or some runaway noble, or just the team mascot, I honestly don't care. They care about you, and that means that they're not going to just run off the minute that I take my eyes off them."

"...How did you know?"

"I pay attention."

"Then...then you won't be cruel to something valuable."

"Hmmm, that depends on how you define cruel."

Nodding at the stone bands around his wrists, she allowed the magic to break. They shattered into pieces, and he immediately lifted his hands, rubbing his wrists and getting the soreness out. She allowed him the few seconds that he needed for that, then pointed at his clothes.

"Take off your armor."

"...What?"

"Take off your armor. All of it."

"..."

"Heh. Don't worry. You're going to enjoy it. I make sure of that."

"You're...you're going to..."

"Callai. You're mine now. And that, I'm afraid, means that I get to tell you what to do. Does Selwai have slaves?"

"We-well, yes, but -"

"Are they conquered in war?"

"Yes, but -"

The dragoness held up a hand. She didn't even have to say anything; she was playing by their rules. It was just that she had come in with much more power, and clearly, this silver fox had never imagined that he would be the one losing in war. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached for the ties at his throat, undoing the leather that he wore.

Smart.

He stripped quickly, pulling the top off, and then the undershirt. The pants followed, leaving him in nothing but a loincloth. That lean build continued to favor him, making him look quite innocent in his own way, and she smiled as he shifted in embarrassment, trying to hold off on pulling his loincloth out of the way.

She didn't make it easier, admittedly. She just watched him, but she could feel her cock rising, her pussy getting wet behind her balls. Her shaft pushed forward, aimed right for him, and more than once, he looked back at her with his cheeks burning, clearly thinking of what would happen to him if he tried to slow down, or what would happen to him in a few minutes. His eyes locked with her cock for a few seconds, and he swallowed hard.

"You're...you're..."

"Very big. And you'll never forget what's about to happen."

"I...I'm not..."

Once more, she held up her hand. He didn't challenge her, but instead finally obeyed, pulling down his loincloth. His cock was hanging down, completely limp, but she knew for a fact that would change in short order.

He was a rather sexy fox, she had to admit. He had the sort of body that, while unmistakably male, was certainly the sort that would appeal to most studs. Hips that were soft, that wanted to be held, an ass that was just muscular enough to appeal to one that liked that, but not so buff as to be stud-rump. That shaft was small, more boy-ish than one that would break others, and his balls were soft, petite, pulled in. She reached out, cupping them as she stood at the edge of the bed, rolling them around her palm.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I...had my 19th birthday just...two weeks ago..."

"Then you are more than ready for this."

"For...for what?"

"For this."

As she rolled his balls around, encouraging the tight little sac to drop, she pulled his head down against her cock. His nose dragged against the tip, and then further down. Each breath made his eyes go wider, his body stiffening, then shivering as if he was on the verge of a fit. She pressed her hand to the back of his head, keeping him in place, keeping him from pulling away as she ran her fingers through his fluff.

"That's it...breathe in..."

"What...what are you..."

"Relax..."

He was shivering, panting, his mouth falling open. He tried to twist, but she just pulled him further down, his nostrils pressed against her balls. He breathed in again -

"Nnngh!"

And just like that, he came. Just a few breaths of her scent were more than enough to get him relaxed, horny, happy. When she pulled him back, his eyes were glazed over, his muzzle slack and his tongue hanging out.

"There we go...no more worries..."

"Mmmph...ah..."

"No more worries. No more fears. No more anxiety. Feels so much better now, doesn't it?"

"Mmmph...yes...ah...ha...ha..."

He was panting, probably feeling all the other effects of her scent running through him now. She always enjoyed that; males never quite understood how a female felt during her heat until he was under her, until he realized just what kind of need could strike them. The fact that she'd dulled his thoughts with her power had probably made it that much more potent, since he clearly wasn't thinking anymore.

As he nosed against her sac, panting for it, she reached around. Letting go of his balls - and making sure that his cock stayed hard, which it did - she reached around for his ass. Nice and firm, she parted it, running her scaly finger along his pucker, allowing it to dance for her for a few seconds before -

Pop.

In it went, and he moaned for her. She chuckled, wiggling her finger from side to side, feeling him shiver, feeling him push back.

"That's it...a good little butt-fox. A horny, needy little fox..."

"Horny...needy..."

"That's right," she said, grinding her hips forward, back, forward, back, smearing his face with her cock, teasing him with the occasional scent of her pussy. "You are a horny, needy fox...a horny, needy fox that needs it in the ass..."

"Need it...in the ass..."

"Need me in your ass..."

"Need you...need you...bad..."

He was all but humping his ass back against her finger at that point, something that made her all the harder. She knew that he would bend to her, but she hadn't quite expected it to be that fast. The others that she had played with had endured a great deal, but nonetheless had all bowed to her. This one had fallen all but instantly.

Must be a virgin...

She pulled her fingers free, turning him around on the bed. He quickly got to all fours, his tail high, his cock throbbing between his legs as he exposed his hole to her. It was soft, pink, a perfect target amidst the silver fur around it. She smiled as he curled his toes, whimpering and shivering as he exposed himself to her.

"Please...please..."

"What do you want, little one?" she teased, dragging her finger from his balls to his hole. "What do you want?"

"I need...I need you..."

"Where?"

"In...in my ass..."

"Good boy..."

She straddled the bed, rubbing her cock between his cheeks once, and only once. He was so deep in trance that he wasn't going to feel pain, and his hole was already clenching hard, begging for her. There was no need to hold back. Lining up her tip, she positioned her hips and -

POP!

Squelch.

"Oooooooooh!"

He moaned loud, clenching down on her as she sheathed herself in one fell swoop. He arched his back, putting his neck in reach as she grabbed him by the scruff, holding him as she set to fucking. In, out, in, out, each thrust that much faster than the last, her scaly hips slamming into his furred rump and making him shake. He screamed for more, panting, begging, his words music to her ears.

In, out, in, out, each thrust forcing him to squeeze down, his inner walls caressing her cock, begging for her cum. He pushed back to meet her, doing as much work as she was doing, if not more.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" he begged.

And she did. She pulled him against her, using his tail and the scruff of his neck as her means of control, dragging him along her cock. Every time she slammed in, he shivered, and as she pulled out, his pucker pulled out with her shaft, clenching on it, ruining itself as it tried to hold her in.

Forward, back, forward, back, her balls bouncing off his, beating him into submission. Callai lost his balance, leaning forward, his head against the bed and his ass in the air. She pulled back, slowly, watching the way that his hole pulled out against her cock, clenching against it. She smiled, letting go of his neck to trace her finger along the distended pucker, feeling it breaking around her cock, stretching until -

POP!

Back out, seeing the gape. Seeing the damage. Seeing the mark that she had left. He moaned even louder as his hole tried and failed to close, giving her a perfect view of his insides.

And then she was back in, back to fucking, back to rutting. Hot, wet, slippery, and loose: that was the kind of hole that she preferred, someone that had been broken in, someone that knew what they needed. Callai's moans grew louder still, rising higher until they hit a keening pitch as he screamed in pleasure. The splutting sound of his orgasm hitting the sheets told her how much he had been changed, how much her whims had altered him.

"That's it...that's a good little slut..."

He moaned wordlessly, pushing back for more. She gave it to him, hammering in and out, in and out, feeling his inner walls twitching, hearing the squelches of her wet thrusts sliming up his insides, smelling his scent slowly disappearing, overwritten by the musk of her seed, her cock, her power.

Mine... She growled as she pulled him against her, leaning over him. Mine.

When her orgasm came, it was a much smaller thing. Something that barely affected her, something that flooded him. She felt every spurt through her shaft, felt the waves of it inside him that splashed around her cock, but she wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

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When it was done, she slept. When she woke, things had changed.

Callai was no longer in bed, and the bed itself was surrounded. Soren was on the floor, unconscious, and all around her were...

Foxes. Hmm. Interesting.

They wore the same colors and armor as the Selwai soldiers that she'd captured, but didn't have the same faces. Probably reinforcements that had been on the way, people that Mortus hadn't bothered to tell her about. She shrugged, tried to sit up -

And realized that she couldn't. Someone had put a collar around her neck made of thick iron, chained her arms behind her back, and attached the collar to the chains around her arms. Her legs were likewise shackled, and the foxes were in the process of putting some sort of metal egg around her cock, trying to cage it.

Good luck with that, she thought, seeing them try and fail to pin in the too-large erection. She waited for the magic to come to her rescue, but nothing happened.

Instead, a new fox, a vixen, stepped through from the other room. This one wore rings that were almost like individual chain links between her fingers, carried a staff in one hand and a wand in the other, and was the embodiment of a mage trying too hard. Her robes glimmered with a dull light, but the power around her was undeniable.

As was the shimmering sense of the magic itself, twisted about the vixen.

Oh, you bastard...

Well...that just made things that much harder, didn't it?

The End

Summary: Drakina sets up some stuff in Wanin, has some fun, and has something go a bit off.

Tags: H/M, Nudity, Casualness, Drakina, Dragoness, Moose, Vixen, Fox, Musk, Mind Control, Corruption, Anal, Oral, Teasing, Pre-Cum, Bondage, Erection, Femdom, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Slavery,