It's time to play the game.

It took about three days, all told.

Three nights of taking Lena and reinforcing her orders, and three nights of gifting her a gallon of my cum. Three nights of preparation to take the household in one fell swoop. The planning, the anticipation, was nearly as good as the sex. Sowing seeds and waiting for them to bloom, it was nearly enough to make someone envious of a farmer.

On the morning of the third day I watched and waited in the dawn, sitting out of sight in the branches of a tree. I heard a cry and a plea, and smiled as Lena's father went running; his face red with rage. In the end, though I lacked the ability to direct bend a man to my will, it was simple to do it by other means. My own father would have been proud of that, a merchant lives and dies on knowing his patrons and nudging them to a favorable deal.

Blunt, patriarch of this farmhold, was a man with many daughters and a nasty temper. That made the leverage obvious and his reactions clear. When Anna told Lena that her father had been groping her, at my request, and Lena told her father that rumor it wasn't long before a loving father had to act.

With Blunt dealt with for at least an hour, that left four people in the farmhold. Lena and her two sisters, and a son-in-law.

I smiled, leered, and grew hard as I leapt from my perch. My coat trailed behind me and my skin grew ashen and my veins dark. Horns sprouted and claws grew keen. The hunt was on.

Lena saw me coming, her eyes growing wide at the my true form. She went still and stiff, and my cock twitched at the sight.

"Hello, my little helper." I said, before she could recover or scream. The trigger stole her voice and spirited the light from her eyes. She stood blankly, her mouth slack, as I stepped up in front of her. "Where is the man?"

"Working the fields out back." Lena said evenly, all emotion gone from her voice. I took her ass in hand and squeezed.

"Lena?" A voice came from inside. Lena was half-hidden from the doorway and I grinned as footsteps grew closer. "Where's dad at?"

"Oh, he's out on business." I said as I rounded the doorway and flashed my fangs. She was a few years older than me and the impressive set of tits that bulged from her dress told me that this was Aina; the married sister. She flinched, for only a moment, before reaching out for a weapon. She grabbed a chair and hefted it, her eyes wide and fearful.

I was impressed, it was a good reaction, but she was too late; anything she did was too little and too late.

"Show me your wares." I said, a chuckle in my voice. The chair clattered to the ground and I watched a thread of confusion muddle the fear. She looked down at her hands as they reached down and pulled up her dress. Her smooth legs came into view, woolen socks and plain panties to frame them.

"Oh god, what-" She bit her lips and took a deep breath.

"Struck dumb."

She screamed, but no sound came out. She looked around panicked, her mouth going through a dozen motions. She looked to the doorway and tried to call for her sister. I looked back and called Lena in, having her stand at the doorway. Their eyes locked, one set empty and the other wet with tears, and I laughed. I crossed to Aina and idly stroked her leg. Her muscles spasmed with the need to move, but she could neither speak nor move.