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His Control

Chapter Two

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Part One

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

Eric had been in control of his village for several months, learning and tweaking his nature of mind control for his ultimate pleasure and lust, though little besides his experience had changed in that time. He didn't want to disrupt the entire workings of the world around him, just live out his kinkiest desires, and that, at least, worked well with what the village needed, even as his influence spread to the wider world. After all, he could not be contained forever with such chaos lingering at his very fingertips.

Eric lay in bed with Asha, his home a now more extravagant abode by his standards, clean and wholesome, despite the sexual debauchery that took place within its lewd walls. It was larger than the church and two-storeys, although he had been too engaged in dealing with the women in his control to concern himself too much about how it looked. It was not something to worry about, as long as he had somewhere large and comfortable to retire to every evening, spending a lot of time out around the village, lingering over his old duties and marvelling at the fact that he no longer had to expend his energy in completing. That job had been taken over, the odd-jobs and hard labour in the fields especially, by a slightly younger man with a cheerful smile on his face, despite the hard graft of a day's work. Eric did not begrudge him the shift in responsibility there, although he was ultimately the one responsible for the entire village.

With one hand he gives, with the other he takes away...

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He'd heard it somewhere and changed the words ever so slightly to suit himself, although he preferred it his way. He preferred many things his way when he was in charge, even though he still did some woodworking and chopping down of trees, hauling wood, to keep himself in shape. It was something that he had taken more than a small amount of pride in before and it would have seemed a shame indeed to let something like that go...especially when it was something that the ladies of the village so very much adored.

Would he deny them that pleasure?

No... Oh, no, that was not something that he wanted to do in the slightest; all he wanted, truly, was to see his people happy. Of course, his own kinky desires came into play too but that was by the by as everyone got along with them alright and there wasn't anything harmful or extreme to come into play. Maybe Eric had become desensitized to it but public play no longer seemed as 'out there' as it had been before, something that he could enjoy as and when it pleased him and allow the rest of the village to enjoy too. The church had only served to hold them back where it did also have a liking to bring them together, yet their eyes had had to be opened at some point and there was only so much that he was willing to continue on just as it had always been.

Things had to be better. He'd see that it was so.

Sleeping in his large bed with Asha – it was not large by a noble's standards but still a big step up from where he had been in life before – Eric sighed softly, turning over in his sleep, a hand clutching her breast as if he was subtly afraid that she would turn from him. That, of course, could not happen, for even if he lifted his control on her it was obvious for all to see how deep her adoration ran for him. Her family was well and healthy again because of what he'd done for them and, once he had located the medicine that she'd needed, he'd wasted neither time nor coin in ensuring that they were taken care of. For that alone, his kindness shining through, she loved him too.

Neither of them, however, were aware that they were not alone as two women entered with smiles on their faces, hushed whispers exchanged as they stood before the king. Mother and daughter, the resemblance between them was as alike as the difference in their years was stark, their breasts hanging heavily down over a corset donned on each of them that was only designed to cinch in their waists. Blissfully, for both the appearance of it and their freedom of movement, their breasts hung down over the top of the corset, the under-bust cutting across finely to highlight what both of them readily said was their very best feature – a shared one, in fact.

The mother's pussy dripped with arousal, though she had not done anything to herself before making her way to Eric's room. There were no longer any locks in the village, growing into a town, for they were in a state of peace with him there to lead them, and it had been no trouble at all for her to enter his abode. Eric was powerful and he could do no wrong, come to no harm, and even her daughter knew that, a beautiful young woman in her twenties with lips that naturally seemed red and sharp cheekbones reminiscent of the handsome cut of her face in her youth.

Evie and Sylvie: mother and daughter. And they would show the king just how much he had done for them.

Slipping into bed with him, they did not try to hide their giggles, knowing that he would, eventually wake. The mother, Evie, eased under the covers like a much younger woman trying to be sly and covert but she could not fail to jostle Asha, however accidental it was, a hand brushing up against her breast and even tweaking a nipple as she sought out the king's shaft. It hung softly against his thigh and she lustfully took his rod into her mouth, letting her sweet, wet warmth close around him as she tenderly sucked and drew him into her mouth, over her tongue, encouraging his body to respond to her.

Her daughter, Sylvie, was far from idle too as she eased between Asha's legs, which spread for her as if in invite. The younger woman had other pleasures to satisfy and, well, there could be no one more beautiful in the village than one that Eric took great care to keep with him the majority of the time. She was slender, she was busty, she moved with the grace of a puma – and everyone wanted her, even Sylvia. Her lips found the secret between Asha's thighs as if she had been drawn there and the tightly restrictive nature of the corset no longer even seemed to bother her in the slightest as she pushed in, hungrily eating out the elf as if the nectar between her legs was what she had truly needed all along.

They stirred – how could they not? Eric had received untold pleasures over and over again since becoming the leader, the one who could control the minds of anyone and everyone, but even he could not fail to awake and rise to the attention of such a sweet mouth. The darkness of early dawn, gleaming with grey light, swamped him but he blinked and the room cleared, however slowly that happened. It was not a bad way at all to wake up – indeed, it was a good way! He moaned softly, awakening Asha, his cock hardening and throbbing up to the back of a hot mouth as Evie gave him the best blowjob that she possibly good, lusting and slurping her tongue around the head of his cock. No inch of his aching shaft was spared the luxuriousness of her attention and she pumped any of his length that was not currently in his mouth with her hand, ensuring that nothing was left out and that even his balls were treated to the most reverent caresses.

Asha fared little different besides the obvious difference in their anatomy, her body rising and falling, undulating with raw and ragged passion for the teasing lust curling up from deep within her body. It snaked its way through the pit of her being as her pussy clenched and rippled, teasing around the tongue crammed up sweetly inside her pussy, the other woman's lips locking around her clit and suckling desperately as if it was the last thing in the world that could possibly bring her pleasure. Caught up in a moment that was both of her design and not, Sylvie moaned into Asha's cunt, fingers groping and teasing, seeking out the hole that was so easy to find with her lips and yet sought to otherwise elude her.

Sylvie had to please her, oh yes, oh yes! It was something so very important, something that she had to do above anything else, fingers driving up into her pussy, finding the hole and curling into the patch of nerves up in there that she knew, even if she'd never felt it on another woman before, was right there for her to please. She whimpered, lips pressed to Asha's pulsating clit, and drove them deep up into her, mimicking just how a man would thrust and grind, driving into her, pleasure coursing through. The feel of the woman vibrating around her as if she could barely control herself was incredibly exotic and it was a wonder indeed that she wouldn't have continued on all on her own even if her mind was not pleasurably warped with Eric's mind control.

She didn't know though. Sylvie didn't know about any of that, not one little bit of it. All she knew and had to know was that she wanted the sexy elf laid out before her like a spread to be enjoyed, whimpering and moaning, climaxing over and over again with her mouth and fingers giving her all the pleasure that she could ever have needed. Truly, it was all that Sylvie needed too.

Eric, however, could not stay asleep with Sylvie's mother's mouth on his cock and awoke slowly, his hand lazily tracing its way over her dark hair. Though he could not see her under the covers and in the still low light of the sleeping chamber, he knew she was there and his light touch on her mind too told him just who was there with him, teasing him and lusting after him. Everyone lusted for him and Eric moaned loud enough too to finally wake Asha, the elf's legs spreading and jerking as she struggled, in a rudely erotic awakening, to understand what was happening.

Her moans soon filled the air, however, as she closed her thighs softly around Sylvie's face without any sense of shame, leaning into the flickering touch of her tongue, teasing and tantalising, all with a promise of more. Her hips worked and worked, rising up from the bed, and she twisted, striving to contain the building pleasure within her, although she had learned from Eric too that there was no end to the ecstasy that he had brought into her life. And no longer, of course, did she have to worry about what she'd left at home, the family that she'd been trying to care for, whimpering and clutching at the pillow with all inhibitions cast aside forevermore.

Yes... Oh, yes. Yes, she'd be more than happy to stay with Eric forever, her lover and charming king, the one who had opened her eyes to so much more in the world and in life. He could not have done anything wrong in her eyes as she whimpered and ground her hips up into Sylvie's mouth, even though she was not quite like Eric in that regard and did not know who Sylvie was. Like with so many things in the kingdom that Eric had developed for himself, she didn't need to know.

Eric hissed through his teeth, pushing the blankets back more and more, revealing the curvaceous figures of the women that were set on pleasing them – and their choice of attire could not have been more pleasing to him. Well, he could have found something that would have been even better but his mind, admittedly, did not work all that well when he was being sucked off. Whereas he made others think for him, perform for him, it left him with a lack of thinking in his own mind, although it was now of the blissful kind, coming into his true self as he led so very many of his subjects too.

His cock twitched and pulsed within Evie's mouth and he moaned open-mouthed, not bothering to be polite in the slightest about it. What was politeness, after all, in the throes of lust? There was no sense in holding back and he languished there, rolling in the lap of luxury like the small king he was, grunting and gasping, intent only on reaching his exotic high all over again.

Evie seduced him without words, her trembling whimpers on his cock conversation enough for him. The woman, who was the older spitting image of her daughter, slurped his cock around her mouth, playing and teasing, not simply bobbing her head. No... Oh, no. She was more creative than that and even allowed his cock, however difficult that was to do, to spring free from her mouth, bouncing and spurting pre-cum, flecked with saliva, taking his sack into account too. There was a certain kind of sensitivity to be found there that she had to pay attention to also, murmuring against his nuts, her tongue flicking out into the softness between them, teasing the weight and rolling them adoringly under her lips.

He grunted and she knew it was time too to get to the main event, his gentle tug on her mind pulling her back to his shaft, the thick rod trembling as if there was passion within that was stressing to break free. Pressed to the urgent point of breaking, his cock vibrated under her touch but it was with a greater urgency that he pushed her head back down on his cock, driving up into her mouth as the flesh of his cock pulled under the tension of her lips, manipulated in such a way that he could not help but want to spill his load.

Yet there was more to come as Asha was the first of them, strangely so, to reach her fervent climax, toes flexing and curling and her body twisting, fingers clutching back at the headboard of the bed, the wood carving offering just a little grip for her fingers. She didn't need to be quiet as she cried out, back arching, Sylvie's neat little tongue working her to wet completion, juices sweetly swamping the older woman's mouth as she, so very eagerly, lapped up everything that she was willing to give.

Eric's eyes fixed on her face, twisted beautifully in orgasm, and grunted, heaving and grinding into Evie's mouth, his fingers in her hair, holding her down, a dominant surge flooding him just as he flooded her mouth with his seed. She did it all as she could, the best she could, gulping and swallowing rapidly, seemingly not wanting to miss a single drop of his cum, and he appreciated her servitude to him, her attention not going without due notice as she ensured that she didn't waste anything. Her lips sealed tightly around his shaft, the tenor of experience, and she scrambled under the covers for her daughter's hand, holding her tightly even as she broke from the elf's pussy and into the cool air of the bedroom, naked bodies half-revealed, only to soon be cast aside. For there was one in their midst that was coming into her own and needed just a little dose more of pleasure, something that had teased at her mind for too long already.

Throwing the covers off, Asha moaned, arching her back, which only served to put her breasts on full display, the fleshy mounds shifting under the pull of gravity, tipped with pert, firm nipples. They could not fail to rise with the chill in the air, the fire not yet lit, and Sylvie gasped, eyes riveted to those luscious peaks as Asha chuckled breathlessly and merely enjoyed the attention. There was little of his control left on her as Eric wondered just what she was going to do, what she would want, what she would ask for – if only her passions were allowed to rise and flourish as her experience grew.

He could do that for her. She had earned everything that he could ever possibly give her, every sweet caress, every tender touch, even as Evie giggled and nodded at her daughter to go on, lips playing with his shaft, unwilling to move away just yet as she tried to get every last drop of cum from his cock, licking down the shaft as if he was a sweet stolen from a merchant's cart, for she'd never experienced a sticky joy like that before.

“You are beautiful," Sylvie breathed as if it was a struggle to get the words out, hands clasped to her chest. “Oh... Oh, please... May I touch them, my goddess? My beauty?"

Beside Asha, Eric laid back with his arm cast over his head, moaning softly at the exhibitionist show playing out before him. He may have been subject to so many shows just like that one before but there was so much still that he lusted for, pleasure lingering, his cock encased in a warm mouth that he simply wanted more of. But Asha deserved all of the adoration that was coming her way too, her breasts rising for attention, heaving and trembling with each and every breath she took. And he wanted to see it, every last sordid second of it, the night drawing on into a day that was surely too bound to be every bit as lustful as he had come to expect.

“Here..." Asha murmured, eyes sultry and downcast. “Feel them...my breasts. Explore them. Put your hands on me."

Inviting Sylvie in, Asha breathed out as the woman's lips instantly closed around a nipple; mind control, after all, did make them lose inhibitions. The pleasure was exotic and instant, an electric thrill shooting through her but from the 'wrong' place, sparking off into her nervous system, tingling through her entire body. Her neck itched with pleasure, the sensation of having her nipples sucked just like that, Sylvie moaning and swapping to the other tit, fresh and new and different, although Eric had spent a lot of time squeezing and manipulating them, tenderly, with his hands. It only proved to show just how much more there was still left for them to experience, working along with lust and pleasure, hand in hand, forevermore.

“Oh..." Asha's head turned, nose brushing Eric's with unexpected closeness. “Oh... Yes... Oh, that feels so good."

Simple words could come into play from simple meanings and Sylvie blushed, tongue swirling around and around each nipple in turn, leaving them wet and glistening as she adored those heaving mounds of exceedingly soft flesh. Asha's skin may as well have been treated with the highest level of herbs and potions for how wonderfully soft it was, yielding beneath her fingers with a light tan to the skin, her natural skin-colour. She was not as white as many of the women in the village, though there was more variation in skin-tone with elves, or so it seemed, leaving her with darker pink nipples too, though Eric longed to tease them himself right then and there. Having his cock in someone's mouth, someone who didn't matter to him, made it more difficult to concentrate than he was proud to admit, though the sight before him drove him on, cock hard and pulsating with raw desire, Asha laid out beside him, her tits open for worship.

And that worship was something that Sylvie was more than willing to give as Asha gently directed her and commanded her to what felt best, exploring her own body as much as Sylvie was in that moment. The quivering rise of her tits could not be held back as she rocked and twisted, fingers brushing Sylvie's hair, the woman's cheeks, letting her look into her eyes as she suckled on a breast that was overdue its attention. Even nuzzling between them brought Asha more and more pleasure, whimpering and grinding, her hips trying to work and work as that exotic, unexpected delight made something in the pit of her belly tighten and throb, driving all to a strung-out crescendo of ardent passion.

She cried out lustfully, not expecting the pound of orgasm to weigh down, driving her into the bed, a pulsing throb of waving ecstasy lifting her up, bidding her soar through the heavens above. She was still in the bed, of course, but her arms around Sylvie held her close, forced Sylvie to submissively deliver everything she'd promised, everything she'd wanted, hands fumbling for Asha's tits to caress and massage, to soothe the flesh and draw out her orgasm more and more.

It was his lover's orgasm that set him off too, the hot flush in her breasts too much for him to handle, how her tits slipped softly down towards him as she turned, rolling her weight over in passion. His seed swarmed Evie's mouth as if he was trying to shoot his entire load straight down her throat but she dutifully gulped hard to take him, his cock driving between her lips as he himself enjoyed the sensation of slickness, how she took his rod and still came back wanting more. But she was just there to get him off – it was really Asha that he wanted close to him, his love in his arms as he groaned and kissed her forehead, holding her close and warm, always loved and always cared for, her heart his to treasure even in the heat of such stringent passion.

As their orgasm died down, it brought with it a sense of tiredness that weighed them down, pulled them into the bed, made them feel as if there was nowhere else that they, Eric and Asha, would have preferred to be than in one another's arms. It could not be denied that things between them had changed as they spent more and more time together, life and love coming together blissfully, and neither of them could have honestly have said that they again ever wanted to be without one another.

No one else knew. No one else had to know. It would be just their little secret. Their little secret until Eric decided that it was time for the world to know, perhaps even publicly taking Asha, the elfin maiden, to be his wife. Their wedding would be beautiful, their children gorgeous, but there was time yet for them to enjoy one another, their bodies young and youthful, flush with vibrancy and smooth skin that flushed rosy with a pinch.

It was easy to dream with Asha in his arms and Eric slipped down and down and down, drifting away, into dreamland, his life and love changing and shifting as he played with the control he had over Asha. It was not all that much anymore, the elf wanting the same things as he did. And just what was he doing locking her down into something that he didn't need to? Asha was already there! The Asha that he had was the one that he loved so much and the one that he adored was the one before him, with or without his control. Maybe just opening her up to new possibilities, smoothing over those inhibitions... His mind faded, hazy with dreaming. Maybe that would be enough?

Only the trying of it would tell and the fruits of his beautiful spoils would soon be found in blissfully sweet reality. Asha was there and she was his, the woman nuzzling into the crook of her neck, arms around him, a leg hitched up as if she wanted him to fill her right there and then. And yet sleep claimed her, pulling her down into the darkness, a type of not knowing and not feeling that she wanted to hang onto the dawn for a moment longer.

Sleep soothed them, eased the aches of sex from their bodies. It was difficult, muscles tensing and contracting, refusing to release, and only those who had gone through multiple sessions, one after the other, could have truly understood how the ache set in and claimed them, clawing its way into their souls. Yes, sleep was needed, that sweetness that allowed them to drift and recover, to recuperate from the wiles of the day, the drama and the stress that came from being in such a high position in life, leading the village.

Yet the women who had come to them were not so idle and, after they had recovered, kissing and soothing the aches and soreness from their own bodies, shoulders rubbed and back eased out from any lingering tension that may have remained. They were not privy to the bond growing between Eric and Asha but they would still kiss and nuzzle and tease to their true content, soothing the lovers into slumber as their legs were rubbed, backs soothed, everything that Eric and Asha could want was theirs to take. Even if they were asleep and could not ask for it themselves!

Swapping, Evie pushed her face keenly between Asha's thighs, seeking out the sloppy mess that her daughter had left in her wake. Her tongue thrust deep without any foreplay and Asha stirred around her, twisting and whimpering, although she was too deep in sleep, that time, to wake up. That was all fine though, more than just fine, as her only mission was to serve and to please, swirling her tongue around Asha's pussy as if she wanted to scoop out her pussy juice and force her to make more, all so that she could lap it up all over again.

Eric was treated to the same, his cock in Sylvie's hands, the daughter blushing to please the king of the village, the master who led them all so very fairly and wisely. She held his cock as if he wanted to treat it as her most prized possession, even though there was nothing on or about his body that she could take from him. She was his possession, his passion shining through as he cared for his people, and she was glad to be a part of everything he had to offer them.

Pushing her mouth down on his cock as it hardened up again, Sylvie learned what it was to be before Eric, the one who took them all in lust and life. His shaft was smooth and the flesh pulled under her fingers, although she was tender enough to not wake him, teasing and soothing, letting him slumber on, his chest rising and falling gently.

No... No, it would not do to disturb him, not again. Not now, not again. She'd done it once, to Asha, but now was their time, their time to be soothed and treated like the royalty they were, hand in hand and soul in soul. What of their hearts, she could not say, but she could swirl her tongue around the musky tip of his cock and take it softly into her mouth, so tenderly tentative that her care could not help but shine through.

Where Sylvie was young and cautious in her sweetness, Evie was more forward in her attentions, slurping into Asha's pussy, a gentle hand on her thigh spreading the elf's legs just a little more for her. It was difficult to really get in to the spot where she wanted to when she was all pressed up against Eric but she could squeeze her tongue into that tight snatch and lap to her heart's content, as long as she was quiet about it.

Quiet, however, was not really Evie's style and she was soon enough whimpering and murmuring into Asha's pussy as she ate out the younger woman, her very first elf. There were no noticeable differences really between elves and humans, except that elves somehow managed to seem more mystical than anything else. But her pussy tasted the same as any other woman, even herself, tart and sweet at the same time, making her want to push on and flicker her tongue up against Asha's pussy, devout in the art and act of giving her pleasure.

She wanted to please her, completely and utterly. Asha whimpered in her sleep, turning over, tucking herself in closer to Eric, and that had the effect of putting Evie's head even closer to her daughter's, the two of them suckling and slurping in glorious unison. Hair brushing, they flushed to be so close, yet Evie would not stop, could not stop, as addicted to the elfin woman's pussy as anyone could have possibly have been while under the influence of Eric's mind control.

But she didn't know that. She didn't know that anything was different with her life, except that it was so very much better than it had ever been before. Everything was rosier and everything was brighter as she pushed her face passionately into Asha's snatch, tongue digging and searching out for every last new little way that she could possibly give such a woman pleasure. And there were so many things she could do too, even managing to worm her hand between the elf's thighs, spreading her pussy-lips with her fingers, allowing her even better access to the sweetness of her honey. Swirling her tongue languidly up and around her clit, Evie gasped into the warm pussy before her, hot breath washing over Asha's sex, a tickling heat that could not fail to get a rise from her.

Asha blinked, half-awake and half-asleep, not really knowing or understanding what was going on around her. All she knew was that she was safe and warm and comfortable and happy. Sometimes that was all that a person truly needed to know for themselves, their lives coming to beautiful fruition time after time again. Beside her lay Eric, although his eyes were closed, lids lowered softly over those orbs that she could fall into, had already fallen in love with.

Smiling faintly, she brushed his lips with her fingertips, moving slowly and gently so as not to wake him. Of course, they were still not alone there but they did not need to be alone as he groaned softly, hips shifting, someone slurping away on his cock while she shared body heat with him, her lover.

Eric knew little of what was happening to him, though it was all of the highest order of pleasure. If the thought had occurred to him, he would have had someone suck his cock all night long, teasing and pleasuring, just so that he could have his ecstasy so often that his balls could not help but simply keep refilling themselves.

Working away at his shaft, Sylvie whimpered and let her lips caress him, soothe him, chase away any negativity or stress or tension that may have been present. Inexperienced as she was, although she was far from being a virgin, she kissed his tip and swirled her tongue around, pushing at the skin as it moved as if she was fascinated by it. Everything interested her and she played with his body, pumping his shaft slowly with one hand as she laid a worshipping kiss on each of his nuts, praising the virile seed that lay within.

His cock filled her mouth in just the right way as she sank down on him over and over again, taking her time and sucking him deep into her mouth, feeling just how much of her he could fill. Tickling the back of her throat was a more difficult endeavour entirely but she tried it still, Sylvie gulping around him as much as her eyes watered just to give her lord and king that little bit more pleasure, everything she had to give him and then a little more too, just because she found that she could. His cock drooled inside her mouth, musky with the aroma of his previous orgasm, though her tongue swept and lapped whenever it could, cleaning him lovingly, though a little scent was not going to bother her.

He could not slumber forever, turning into Asha as he held her close, murmuring to his love. Asha's lips pressed to his and she drew him in against her as her breasts squashed to his chest, leaving fresh in his mind the memory of the women nuzzling her breasts, giving her the attention that she deserved. He could have his voyeuristic show again, he was sure, but at that moment the time was just for him and Asha to be together, cuddling and squeezing in against one another, even though they did chance to leave a little extra space between their legs and bodies where needed so their charming pair could give them their oral attention.

Holding one another close, they moaned softly but otherwise did nothing as the women that were their subjects and servants, in kind if not in word, brought them to a slow and delicious orgasm, the rising thrum of pleasure driving their toes to curl. Only when his last drops of seed were spent into Sylvie's young mouth, semen trickling out from the corners of her lips where she was not quite able to contain him, did he draw back gently. Patting Sylvie on the head, the woman leaning into his touch with a whimper, Eric smiled and watched Asha pant, head thrown back and breasts heaving, the remnants of her orgasm sinking ever so sweetly into the devout afterglow, warming her body from head to toe. Despite their lust, however, there was a day to be done and untold pleasures lying in wait if only they were bold enough to leave the warmth of the bed and snatch them up for their own.

“Come, my love," he said, offering her his hand as he slipped out of bed. “It is time to rise."

Grinning widely, Asha licked her lips and pointedly dropped her eyes to his still-hard cock, the women that had woken them in such a sweet manner teasing away as if they'd never been. Eric could not help but smirk in return, cock twitching and pulsing with a fresh throb of desire. It was fate that had brought them together but something more, something deeper than even he could have imagined, that made her eyes dance so delightfully.

“I thought you'd never ask!"

*

Sitting in the council chamber of the new town – it had expanded to such an extent that it had become difficult to call it a village – Eric frowned, elbows on the wooden table and fingers pressed together.

“You mean to say that the goblins have escalated to kidnapping?"

It was difficult to keep the anger out of his voice, one hand closing into a fist that trembled slightly, restraining his own fury. His advisors sat around him – three, plus Magrathe whose wisdom had been required for his manner of council and leadership – with equally troubled expressions, for at the very least his control extended over them in such a manner that they too could not help but be worried about happenings even if it was not happening to them. It was a stark change from those who may have otherwise only worried about themselves in past times, though refreshing to Eric who was the only one in the village who could truly see the change in light of how it used to be too.

Still... He had had to spare a moment to admire Magrathe when they had first entered the chamber, who he had had a special dress tailored for. Well, it was supposed to be a nun's habit, sort of, covering her hair and allowing just a single curl of grey to mischievously spring free, but there were certain things on show. As she was more than willing to satisfy his every kinky, perverted desire, he had ensured that her tits and arse would be on display at all times, slits in the fabric cutting out sections in each area. Her nipples were just about on show, the underside of her tits cradled softly, yet the cross that hung between them was no longer of her religion but one that he guided his people on, earning and loving kindness and thought for their fellow man and woman.

It was a better way than what she had prior preached but he had to allow himself the time to admire his handiwork too, the dress cutting high to show off her legs too, feet in smart, dark church shoes that had a low heel. That too was all for a purpose, showing off the shape of her legs a little more and pushing her buttocks up into a more pleasing position, although he did wonder just how high he could make that heel, forcing her up and up so that she was practically on the tips of her toes in the shoes. Although he'd never seen anything like it in his world, the thought warmed him through and brought a stirring to his loins.

But not there, not right then. There was business to attend to and more serious matters at that too.

“Yes..." His eldest advisor, a stern man with a hook-like nose that curled down, said, fingers drumming on the table as he brought them to the main topic of the meeting, the most serious one of all. “And not just kidnapping either, sir, oh no... No, our reports have come back to say that the goblins are too eating their victims!"

The only one around the table that did not gasp was Eric but that was only because his horror was locked down inside, fury writhing like a pit of snakes, fangs glistening with venom. There were other items on the agenda for that meeting but the threat that the goblins posed them was something indeed that had to be dealt with immediately and took due precedence over everything else. Not even Eric could have brought a sexual twist to something so serious, working it through in his head as the advisors read the reports from the other villages, each one seemingly more grisly than the last.

“Beheaded, six victims."

“The goblins took ten strong men from Foothills village, leaving the women to grieve."

“There have been reports closer to the city of them taking babies."

“Over in Malts, there has not been any word. Do you think...?"

No one wanted to finish that thought, scrolls shuffled, ink drying in the pot that sat beside their papers.

“They use daggers and spears, crude weapons that they have fashioned themselves. There is little fighting that they do at long-range, so those that have stolen in to spy on them say."

Magrathe swallowed hard, raising her eyes from the table to meet Eric's. The sadness brimming over in the gaze that he had before thought he knew everything of shook even him.

“Unon town," she said slowly, her voice cracking. “Children taken, only children, no bodies found."

Eric stood, fists slamming down into the table, a forgotten goblet jumping from the impact. There was no other option for it, anger flaring, snarling, clawing at the cage of his ribs, striving to be released. He had to protect them!

“They are to be stopped," he said, his voice low and furious, earning him a worried look from Magrathe, who still cared for him as a lover. “All of them. If this is the way that the goblins choose to behave then we will not sit here like chickens in the henhouse, waiting to go to slaughter, to the butcher's door – no! We will go to them – take the fight to them! They will not live, not a single soul that has caused such harm, and we shall not leave a single living goblin soul behind us."

They nodded, in agreement, even though it was Eric that, ultimately, made the final decision.

“Sir," Magrathe said formally, cutting across his moment of introspection even as he tried to calm himself, to steady his nerve at imagining his self-made utopia cut to pieces. “Sir... If I may suggest, we cannot do this on our own, although we must be proactive and we must defend ourselves, as you say. Perhaps we could hire mercenaries to take care of the threat for us? With the village prospering, we have coin enough in our coffers to ensure our safety. The other towns and villages that have been afflicted too will thank us for it."

He was nodding before she'd finished, agreeing and moving everything along as quickly as possible. In Eric's mind, there was not a moment to waste while the people that he loved so and his life were threatened there, the village that was his home, building and growing and developing more and more with every passing day. He would not see that torn down around him for the sake of some scrawny monsters that cared more about burning and raping and pillaging than building relations with human beings and other races. They didn't need to live if that was the stance they would take on life.

“See that it is done." He paused, a lump in his throat stilling his words, but only for a moment. “And that they hasten here as swiftly as possible."

They could not come soon enough.

*

He had not known quite what mercenaries would be hired, trusting his advisors and especially Magrathe to take care of the work that needed to be done on that count, but dwarves would not have been his first guess. The benefit, however, to the arrangement that had been made with coin from the coffers of the village was that they were all entirely female, short as their race was apt to be but seemingly made entirely out of muscle. Clad in steel armour, painted black, they strode with pride and confidence into the village, keeping formation while the drum of their boots beat a tune. There was no singing or happy voices to be had for they knew the solemn nature of the task that they were there to do had earned the right to quiet reflection on the job to be done.

It was reassuring to him that they understood the severity of it though, as a show of respect, they carried their helms under their arms, their faces cut delicately as if to contrast the muscle that they boasted. Strong and fearsome, they had indeed seen things that Eric could only imagine and had no wish to experience for himself, even though he would duly have to have a part in the goblin extermination that had to happen. As gory and vile as it was, it had to be done.

“Eric of Redpost," a stern woman with hard lines in her beautiful face and a black Mohawk said, taking charge of the moment in the village square. “We have come to sate your need."

“Huzzah! Huzzah!"

The villagers cheered despite the due double entendre of what she'd just said, no one quite knowing how else to respond in a moment like that. They wanted to live and it was their Eric, their leader, who made sure that they would come to no harm – and they loved him all the more for it.

“Thank you," Eric said levelly when the cheers had died down. “And who am I speaking with?"

He was not as formal or as well-spoken as other clients of theirs but that was by the by as the dwarf looked up at him, lips pulling into a thin, hard line that still did not manage to hide her inherent beauty.

“You may call me Daphne but there shall be little conversation here. We have a job to do for you. Let us discuss the price!"

That, evidently, had not yet been agreed by his advisors but it was something well enough within his new range of skills as he tried not to be too distracted by her body, imagining the shape of her concealed beneath that armour. The plates interlocked and seemed to allow free movement around her joints, a testament to the skill of those who had crafted the armour, and he licked his lips, warmer than he had been previously under his clothes. Of course, he could have just controlled their minds and been done with it but something in the stance of her made him like Daphne immediately, the dwarf rocking back on her heels as she pursed her lips and gave him not a single note or moment to go. He would have to be the one to make the first move.

But he would be fair to them, for their earnestness in assisting the village, even if for coin. He'd known upfront, after all, that they would be working for money.

Eric took a breath, a smile pulling at his lips. It was hard to take it seriously, knowing that he controlled the stakes.

“Twenty gold pieces."

The villagers gasped but Daphne screwed up her face as if he had merely presented her with a particularly foul smell.

“Do you jest with me, human? That is nowhere near enough a fee that my mercenaries would accept! One-hundred gold pieces is our price!"

That should have been enough to make some of the villagers, who could almost not envision what a sum of money like that could look like, to faint, but everyone was too caught up in the negotiation to back away and leave the discomfort of it all. Levelling his gaze, Eric calmly held up his hand, spreading his fingers.

“Fifty. This is a generous offer, Daphne. If the goblins kill all those in the villages, there will be no work left for your clan."

She shook her head.

“There is always work. You do not know our ways but you should not pretend to either."

He tried to focus but, ultimately, Eric could not help but end up paying more than he had strictly intended to pay for the mercenaries. Her body beckoned him like the bodies of so many human – and elfin, if one counted his sweet Asha – had done already and all he could imagine was disrobing her, casting the armour from her body and taking her as a dwarf like her surely deserved to be taken. A vessel for killing, she was hard and unyielding but he chanced that he could shape a softer side from her too, letting her express more of herself as he brought her true personality to light, the one that everyone had hidden inside them but the world did not quite like to allow them to show.

“It is done!"

They shook on it and he looked down on her with a crooked smile, already knowing what would come to pass. For a moment, as she clasped his hand, Daphne hesitated, but the deal was done and the ten of them, the dwarves, enlisted to wipe the scourge of the goblins from the land. No more would his village or any others be troubled by their killings and kidnappings, unspeakable acts coursing through the veins of the earth, but it would be his name that would be remembered as the one who took action to stop them.

The attack, however, would not only be carried out by the dwarves and they would be joined by Asha and the few soldiers that the village had, although Asha was an assassin who more usually operated under the cover of stealth and secrecy. He would have to see to it that she was kept safe, even though his stomach twisted with worry for her. She wouldn't be left behind though, adamantly maintaining that they were her people too now and she had to care for and protect them as he did. She made him want to be closer and closer to her each and every day and not even Eric could truly understand the depth of their relationship, even though it was something that he did not have to understand fully, only know.

The dwarves, it turned out, were not immune to his mind control either as he moved among them, quietly using his influence to subtly to change their personalities, creating new beliefs and senses of being within their old ones. They would still have themselves, as they were, and all of their abilities, but he wanted something more, his curiosity and due fascination with them not allowing him to do anything else. He had to see, had to know, what was being hidden under that armour, what he could take from them while he gave and gave and gave in the spades that he was already used to. After all, for the tribute and service they were doing him, they deserved it.

But that was to come in time, just planting the seeds for what he would later sow and enjoy the spoils off. He didn't yet have time to consider what a slut one would become, how Daphne would moan under him, what he would do to the blonde that was bawdy and quick-witted with a joke. He wanted to see them all down on their knees, sharing his cock, but he moved through the throng as they readied their weapons, supplies left at the village for safekeeping on their return. There was no time to waste and his lust would have to be set aside as he too donned a light set of armour for protection, unwilling to go boldly into the fray himself without at least something to give him an advantage. Death, after all, could come suddenly, as those who had already fallen to the goblins had found.

He would not be one of them.

With his control over the dwarves in the works, none of them even aware that their mental security had been at all compromised, they set out with daylight ahead of them, although it would first be a trek to where they needed to go. The day would end before they got there but the goblins, of course, preferred too to work under the cover of darkness, which gave all of them an advantage for having better eyesight in daylight hours. One night of camping rough, which the dwarves were more than used to doing already, would not hurt them, although Asha may have gotten a little more used to the finer things in life than she otherwise pretended to be.

That was okay. Everything would be fine after the battle, after everything was done and bones were laid, rightfully, back to dust. There was a cycle to everything in the world, day and night, the turn of the seasons, and Eric knew that there was a price to be paid for the control he had. Why, maybe it even was the demon of chaos, Malekor, himself that had sent the goblins to threaten the existence of his perfect world, but he couldn't blame a demon for doing what it was that a demon did. It was how they were and they were not part of his world – not like the goblins and that inherent threat, the one that he had to deal with right then in the here and the now.

Taking a breath, Eric set his shoulders back. If he'd had a looking glass, he would not have recognised his reflection, even though he most certainly fit the part.

The battle would wear on them all.

To be continued, in chapter two, part two...