**The Witches**

You revived the witches in a distant part of the kingdom. The scent of damp earth and decaying magic filled the air as Sekhmet opened her eyes. Her body, once languid on a throne of bones, was now bent forward, her heavy breasts swaying freely while her hands—once capable of crushing mountains—trembled on the ground, fingers digging into the earth like claws.

"What... have you done to me?" She coughed, her voice hoarse as if she had swallowed sand.

You didn't answer. You only snapped your fingers.

And then she *felt*.

Something warm and viscous trickled between her thighs, a flow that wasn't blood, but pure, involuntary ecstasy. Sekhmet tried to stand, but her knees buckled, and she fell face down on the ground, her body arching in an obscene curve as pleasure flooded her like a tide.

"No... *stop*—!" She growled, but the order dissolved into a moan as her own treacherous hands rose to pinch her swollen nipples.

Carmilla was next.

The Witch of Lust didn't even have a chance to fight. Her body was already responding before you even touched her—flushing skin, quickening breath, moist lips parting in a sigh that wasn't of fear, but of *desire*.

"Ah... ah... *no*—!" She tried to cover her eyes, but her own fingers slipped into her mouth, sucking them as if they were her last breaths.

You didn't need to order.

She knelt, crawling toward you like a bitch in heat, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glazed.

Minerva, the Witch of Wrath, was the most fun.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO—*ah!*—SKIN YOUR—*ngh!*—*CARCASS*—!"

She lunged forward, but her own muscles betrayed her, arching her body, each kick a tremor of her thigh. She fell to her knees, foam pouring from her mouth as her body writhed in an involuntary orgasm.

Echidna watched everything with calculating eyes—until you finally turned to her.

"Interesting. So even knowledge can be... *rewritten*?" She murmured, her fingers already trembling over her own nipple, as if her rational mind had already been replaced by a single thought:

*Obey.*

You smiled.

And then Satella arrived.

The Witch of Envy, the most powerful of all, floated in the air, her shadows dancing like hungry tentacles—until you snapped your fingers.

She fell.

Like a doll with its strings cut, she collapsed to the floor, her legs opening in a silent invitation as her shadows coiled around her own body, squeezing, massaging, *possessing* her as you possessed all the others.

"Why...?" She whispered, her eyes filled with black tears.

You bent down, cupping her chin with two fingers.

"Because now you have an owner."

And then you **marked** them.

Sekhmet, her heavy breasts now dripping milk whenever you commanded. Carmilla, **** to drink from her own pleasure until she was drunk. Minerva, **** to heal only to be broken again. Echidna, her brilliant mind reduced to a file of submissive positions. And Satella...

Ah, Satella.

She cried when you finally penetrated her, her body...

You revived the witches in a distant part of the kingdom. The scent of damp earth and decaying magic filled the air as Sekhmet opened her eyes. Her body, once languid on a throne of bones, was now bent forward, her heavy breasts swaying freely while her hands—once capable of crushing mountains—trembled on the ground, fingers digging into the earth like claws.

"What... have you done to me?" She coughed, her voice hoarse as if she had swallowed sand.

You didn't answer. You only snapped your fingers.

And then she *felt*.

Something warm and viscous trickled between her thighs, a flow that wasn't blood, but pure, involuntary ecstasy. Sekhmet tried to stand, but her knees buckled, and she fell face down on the ground, her body arching in an obscene curve as pleasure flooded her like a tide.

"No... *stop*—!" She growled, but the order dissolved into a moan as her own treacherous hands rose to pinch her swollen nipples.

Carmilla was next.

The Witch of Lust didn't even have a chance to fight. Her body was already responding before you even touched her—flushing skin, quickening breath, moist lips parting in a sigh that wasn't of fear, but of *desire*.

"Ah... ah... *no*—!" She tried to cover her eyes, but her own fingers slipped into her mouth, sucking them as if they were her last breaths.

You didn't need to order.

She knelt, crawling toward you like a bitch in heat, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glazed.

Minerva, the Witch of Wrath, was the most fun.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO—*ah!*—SKIN YOUR—*ngh!*—*CARCASS*—!"

She lunged forward, but her own muscles betrayed her, arching her body, each kick a tremor of her thigh. She fell to her knees, foam pouring from her mouth as her body writhed in an involuntary orgasm.

Echidna watched everything with calculating eyes—until you finally turned to her.

"Interesting. So even knowledge can be... *rewritten*?" She murmured, her fingers already trembling over her own nipple, as if her rational mind had already been replaced by a single thought:

*Obey.*

You smiled.

And then Satella arrived.

The Witch of Envy, the most powerful of all, floated in the air, her shadows dancing like hungry tentacles—until you snapped your fingers.

She fell.

Like a doll with its strings cut, she collapsed to the floor, her legs opening in a silent invitation as her shadows coiled around her own body, squeezing, massaging, *possessing* her as you possessed all the others.

"Why...?" She whispered, her eyes filled with black tears.

You bent down, cupping her chin with two fingers.

"Because now you have an owner."

And then you **marked** them.

Sekhmet, her heavy breasts now dripping milk whenever you commanded. Carmilla, **** to drink from her own pleasure until she was drunk. Minerva, **** to heal only to be broken again. Echidna, her brilliant mind reduced to a file of submissive positions. And Satella...

Ah, Satella.

She cried when you finally penetrated her, her body...