Cover Gwyn in your cum

You pull your cock out, twisting Gwyn from her position to be lying on her back. You grab your cock, giving it a few last jerks as you spray your cum. You cover the Gwyn's face with your cum, sperm dripping down her cheeks, cum resting on her lips, more spraying into her hair and running down her eyebrow, where she blinks, cum sitting in her eyelashes. You step back as the last drops of cum is sprayed out, covering her face with your cum.

"Ah, good. Now, you're going to leave your face covered in cum, and return to your room. As long as Lord Whitley pleases me, nothing else will happen to you. If not, I'm having to have every Orc I have run a train on you, and then have you crawl around the kennels for hours, letting every hound there is knot in you."

Gwyn nods, tears washing the cum from her face. You nod to one of the bandits, as he takes her out, escorting her back to her room.

"Now, take out Lord Whitley's gag, please," you say.

One of the bandits moves forward, tearing the rag from his mouth.

"Now, have you learned something about power?" you say. "I want you to say "Thank you, Lord Abaddon". Can you do that?"

"Thank you, Lord Abaddon," Lord Whitley says.

"Very good," you grin. "Now, you're going to be surrendering this county to me, understood?"

"Yes, Lord Abaddon," he says.

"You're good at this," you smile. "Now, follow me outside. I've had Morrigan get someone to draw up a document I need you to sign. Let's go."

You lead Lord Whitley out of the room, as he follows you dejectedly. Outside, Morrigan waits as Lillith bursts into the air. Lord Whitley is given a document, which he quickly signs, and like that, you're given control of the county.

"This went well, right?" you say, grinning as you feel truly powerful.

"We're going to need someone to govern this land for you. A Dark Lord like yourself can't be bothered with such nonsense as land disputes between farmers."

"We're going to need someone to govern this land for you. A Dark Lord like yourself can't be bothered with such nonsense as land disputes between farmers," Lilith says.

"Who's going to govern?" you ask. "Any suggestions."

"One of my lieutenants, Amsden, was in charge of most of the organizing of guard patrols supply trains and generally was one of the key factors in taking over this area," Morrigan says. "Awarding his loyalty would be a good idea, plus he should be capable enough," Morrigan points out.

"Tell me about him."

"Horatio Amsden was a soldier in the Royal Army of Man for two tours, one vs Elven forces in a border dispute, the other repelling pirate raids," Morrigan says. "He was discharged for insubordination, and took up the bandit life. The fucker nearly slashed my throat open when his boys fought my Bloody Hand, but I bashed his head in and made him join me. He's a loyal, stubborn cunt with at least some bit of a brain."

"Or..." Lilith says. "We could keep Whitley in charge. After that display he's not going to betray you, plus it'll mean they'll be no loss of efficiency in the changeover of power, or in teaching a bandit lieutenant how to govern a country."