Darkness unfolds

Myrce's moans were a delightful thing, almost as much as her prodigious ass, jiggling playfully at each thrust. Lunnara had left the little painslut's butthole purposely unused for all this time, to build up her horniness and to keep it tight and warm for this very night and this very use. She was mercilessly ramming her from behind, ass up, tits down, smashed against the bed sheets. The dragon's usurped powers grew stronger in her the hornier and more sexually stimulated that she was, and so she needed a truly devoted ass to achieve this night's duty: She was literally using poor Myrce's ass as a spell amplifier and the little minx loved every second of it.

The first extension of her spell focused on the queen's chamber, where the King had successfully ingested the love potion and was now fucking the lovely Karla with abandon and passion, his mind and memories completely deluded. But it was the queen she was focusing on, whispering in her mind, mixing her words with her own thoughts "This is the power of righteousness. The gods feast on your virtue. Now you can be a proper queen, beloved by the pious, feared by the sinners." Slowly, she was making those thoughts her own with ease, as few things are more easily corrupted that honest righteousness.

Fucking her was the King Dorian. He was even easier to manipulate, his mind far simpler than the Queen's, even without the poison. "Isn't she the most beautiful thing in the whole world? Wouldn't you conquer all the other kingdoms for her smile?" She would probably need to change the King's image, as Karla had shown to be more attracted to feminine forms. Maybe it could be fun to have the rough and powerful Dorian became a girly sissy for her Queen. That was an idea, something that would surely bring some refinement to these humans.

On the floor, before the royal couple, was the King's sister. Isolde was an interesting asset, her ambition and devotion to the King made her ruthless beyond believe, and therefore useful to dark elven standards, but she had not been ready to face real and magical power. Lunnara had freeze her in place and **** her to look. She needed her to be **** and scorned for the next stage of her plan. She needed her to act on her own volition. The princess had her gaze fixed on her brother's cock, watching it continuously enter and drill the humid and fleshy cavern, longing for it's touch, to lick its hard extension, even if tainted by the redhead's stench. But her brother would not even look at her or even acknowledge her presence. Lunnara had **** the princess hand to seek the warm of her nethers, and there she masturbated at the view of her beloved fucking another woman. That fingermove, she did on her own volition.

The sorceress' mind also dwelled in other places of the Castle: In the Barracks, the once noble Marian was kneeling on the floor, dutifully opening her mouth as an extended smile, ready to take the first cock. It was the captain's, a bloated and veiny thing, and he forcefully rammed it deep into her as his noble companions unsheathed their own around her. This time she was not hesitant or defiant, she hum a happy song as she slurped the fleshy rod and then jiggled her ass, tempting the other warriors to use it as well. They quickly obeyed, and soon the room was filled by the sounds of their sloppy debauchery. The twenty men shared the maiden, each one claiming one of her holes at the very least. Each time one of her holes was temporally left unused, she moaned little protests. With each dosage of cum she was growing increasily easier to control, and soon she was fucking for her own pleasure, abandoning all sanity and virtue.

Back in her room, Lunnara smiled. "That whore is surely learning to obey."

"Who, mommy?" Asked Myrce from below.

"The lady Marian, she is taking four cocks right now."

"Four? how?" Asked the runt with a hint of jealousy.

"You may have to guess, love. I'm not telling" She proceded to fuck the girl harder, closer and closer to orgasm. Soon, those warriors that Marian was fucking would become husk of humanity, her magic would morph them into soulless and unkillable war machines to enact her will.

In other parts of the castle, other minor task were taken care off. Lunnara had detected some minor magic users living there, none of them were too dangerous, but it was too risky to keep them alive for the sake of her plans: Lord Rusitok, a distant cousin of the king who barely knew how to cast a fireball, sadly fell from his tower while trying to get to the letrine in the middle of the night, or so the stories would tell. Master Alaron, one of the local herbalists, sadly passed due to his old age. Others followed them, with equally mundane deaths.

But there was one she devoted special attention: the Castle's Archpriest. Human mages might not be too dangerous to one such as her but a priest of the light? He, more so than the others had to go, and quickly. The man was old and unstable, as he had proven during the weeding ceremony, but he was also a true and sincere believer, and the light feeds on those sort of things. He may haven't been dangerous by himself, but he could inspire or guide others. She did not risk to try to control him directly like the others. Instead, she sent her two cows to him, and the enslaved women obeyed dutifully. He woke up with the two temptresses kissing his old cock, and for a man who had kept a vow of celibacy for almost a century, that sensation proved too much for his heart.

When Lunnara finally filled Myrce's ass with cum, she did so knowing that she was the real ruler of this kingdom