Fuck him

"On the bed," you order, as the boy nods, walking over.

Carl walks over to the bed, leaning over the large bed. He takes a deep breath as you walk over, growing hard. You swing your hard cock through the air, slapping it against his ass as your balls swing after and slap his skin. You reach forward, forcing two fingers into his mouth as you rub against his warm, wet cheeks.

"Get them wet," you order.

Carl begins to suck, covering your fingers in his saliva. You slowly slide them out of his mouth, before rubbing his saliva over your cock, lubing it all up. You lie down on the bed, before staring at him.

"Come on. Get on. Trust me, it'll be better for you if you're riding."

Carl nods, crawling over to you. He raises himself into the air, poising his ass over your long, hard cock. With that, he slowly lowers himself, as you grab your cock to help guide it inside him. He slowly sits down on your dick, letting out a pained whimper as his asshole gapes in order to take your full length. He slides down your cock to a sitting position, until his warm ass cheeks as pressed against your knee. You reach around, taking a tight grip on his soft cock, rolling it around in your hands in an attempt to get blood pumping into it. With your other hand, you grab Carl's side, raising him into the air and pushing him down again as you slowly fuck the lord's son. You hear the lord let out a pathetic whimper through his gag as he watches this, but you just focus on how tight the little bitch is. You **** Carl to speed up, until he's actually riding your cock with some pace, his tiny cock and balls swinging as he does so. His shamed face looks close to tears, but he lets out soft moans that let you know he's enjoying it.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you," you laugh, increasing your face.

Carl continues riding you obediently for quite some time, his cock growing hard as you fuck him. Precum drips from it onto the sheets from his little erection and you don't think you'd need to do much to let him cum. You groan as you increase your face, feeling your balls tighten. You fire your load inside him as he groans, while grabbing his cock and giving it a squeeze. Despite his efforts to stop, he cums, spurting semen onto the floor as he cries out in shame and pleasure. You laugh, lifting him off your cock and pushing him onto the bed. You move forward, holding your cum-covered, flaccid cock in front of his face.

"Clean," you order, as Carl nods, taking your cock in your mouth and beginning to lick it clean. "Take out Lord Whitley's gag, please."

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," 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."