Help, for a price

Flinch heard her shift her weight on the bed as she said, “I can help you, yes. You are the carrier of one of my horns after all, why wouldn’t I?”. Instinctively he reached up to the black horn on his forehead, he had almost forgotten it was even there, how it ruined his life, “This is your horn? Why did you pick me?”. She chuckled, “I didn’t pick you, silly. I don’t pick anyone. I just throw them around and watch where they land. Whoever gets one, it is sure to shake up their life and make things interesting. Most die within the day they get it, but some special individuals go on for longer. Those are my favourites, like you are.”. ’Great, I’m just some entertainment for her, huh?', Flinch thought and asked: “How will you help me?”.

She took her time but finally started talking again, “The horn has the ability to gather power from having people sexually submit to you. The amount of power is relative to the power of the submitting person. It also has diminishing returns for the same person, so you will have to find new people to become even stronger. The power from the little paladin is already stored in there, you know?”. Flinch was stunned, “So I will get holy magic and divine blessings? Why don’t I feel any stronger?”. “So impatient…”, she playfully scolded him, “You don’t get their exact powers, it’s more like the power is converted into fuel for your own abilities. Whatever you choose to develop as your fighting style, will use up the power reserves of the horn to increase in potency. As for your second question… it might be in your head, but it is still MY horn.”. At her last words, Flinch felt the splitting headache return with a vengeance. Pain pulsed through his skull in overwhelming waves, he couldn’t even scream, he was just groaning and writhing on the ground.

She continued speaking, completely unbothered, “You see, I am fond of you, but it is necessary to establish a hierarchy. I am your mistress, and you are my pet. Something I keep for my own amusement. If you submit to me, I will release the power of the horn so you can get much stronger, if you don’t, I’ll send you back without it and watch as you die within the week. The power you so cleverly gathered will be returned to me and I will cast my horn down again.”. Flinch felt the headache subside and he laid on his back, sweaty and panting. The woman shifted on the bed above again and suddenly a single foot appeared, dangling down from the bed between the bars of his cage, “Kiss my foot, thank me and call me ‘mistress’. Only then I will grant you my power.”.