Dominate her

You feel the tadpole's power surging through your veins, and with a snarl, you seize the initiative. Gripping her by the wrist, you pull her hand away from your face and push her onto the fur-covered bed with surprising strength. She lands with a gasp, the candlelight flickering across her surprised features. The creature within you craves more than mere submission; it demands dominance.

You connect with her tadpole, feeling the symbiotic bond between the two of you strengthen as your wills intertwine. You can feel its hunger, its desire for power, and you let it fuel your actions. With a feral grin, you lean over Minthara, her eyes widening with a mix of fear and excitement as you tear off her underwear, exposing her to the candlelight. Her body tenses, but she doesn't resist, a silent invitation for you to take what is yours.

You influence her be more submissive, meek to your commands. She arches her back, her eyes fluttering shut as you trace the line of your teeth along her neck, feeling the pulse of her life beneath the soft skin. The tadpole inside you stirs, feeding off her excitement and your own growing power.

With a swiftness that belies your newfound strength, you rip off your own clothing, revealing the appendage that will breed her. The sight of it makes Minthara's breath catch in her throat, she reaches out to touch it, her eyes filled with wonder. You take her hand, guiding it closer, and whisper, "You will serve me, not the other way around."

Her legs part for you, inviting you in, but you refuse to be rushed. Instead, you use the tendrils of your mind to explore hers, delving into her deepest fears and desires. The tadpole feeds you images of her past, memories of loneliness and longing, and you use them to tighten your grip on her thoughts. You become the master of her pleasure, her body responding to your every whim.

Her moans become louder, more ****, as you drag your cock across her pussy. Her face is flushed, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath she takes. The sight of her, **** and yearning, only inflames your desire further. You push into her, feeling her tighten around you, the heat of her body consuming you. The tadpole inside you pulses with each thrust, feeding off her energy and growing stronger with every second.

As you fuck her, you weave a tapestry of dark pleasure within her mind. She's no longer just a Drow absolutists, but a willing vessel for your power, a conduit for the will of the Absolute. You plunge deeper, her legs wrapping around your waist as she clings to you, urging you on. The tent's fabric walls seem to close in around you, the world outside forgotten as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

Minthara weakly said. "I am yours, my champion," her voice a hoarse whisper as she surrenders completely to the experience. The power dynamic shifts palpably in the air as you continue to thrust into her, each movement punctuated by the slap of your skin against hers. The candlelight casts shadows across her face. A beautiful woman yours to fuck,to claim, and to conquer.

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