Fill Gwyn with your cum

Letting yourself free, you let out a satisfied grunt, emptying your balls inside her. You spurt your load up her into her womb, filling it with your baby juices. You pause, before you slowly pull your cock out with a squelch.

"Now, pull up your panties. I want that to stay inside you, not leak out. Stay in doggy position, though."

Gwyn nods slowly, tears welling up in her eyes. She grabs her panties, pulling them up her legs and tightly against her crotch, before letting her dress fall down to hide her cunt. You walk around her to her front, where your cock hangs inches from her face.

"Clean," you order, as Gwyn nods, taking your cock in your mouth and beginning to lick it clean.

Not too bad for a virgin, you must admit.

"Take out Lord Whitley's gag, please," you order.

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

"Now, there's two possibilities. Either she's going to get pregnant with my seed if you're lucky, in which case you will raise the child as your own, and I'm going to have to be more merciful with how I treat your family. If not and she doesn't, well I've not decided that yet, but it shouldn't be too bad, provided you stay loyal to me," you say.

Lord Whitley looks at you with shock and fear, but says nothing.

"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 slide your cock out of Gwyn's mouth, before nodding to one of your men to take her away. Then, 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."