It Can't Hurt To Charm Him

You've slain three other players already, hurting the poor dwarf would just be overkill. You haven't even tested any of your newest abilities and he seems to be a good candidate. You retract your claws and put your hands through your soft curly white hair and throw it back over your shoulders only for the front half of each side to land ahead of them. You step closer to the downed tree, seeing his staff still laying against it, the sent of the green potion caught in the wind, bitter and tart.

You get to the tree and peak over to see the young orange haired dwarf digging through the satchel and throwing out random items, frantically looking for something inside. You rest your head on your hands and lean on the tree to simply watch him in his fright. He keeps looking through the satchel, tossing aside a pen, some empty bottles, and a handful of other things before he stops for a moment just to look up. As soon as he sees you, he jumps back, knocking his hat off to the ground and crawls back a bit on his palms with his chest facing you.

He's rather nice to look at, a wide chin and blue set of eyes with partially bulked up chest muscles. His glasses and hair make him look cute in a nerdy kinda way. The fear makes you feel so strong and in control, and he won't fight back, he can't and is too weak to risk it. He fixes his glasses and tries to plead. "P-please... Please don't kill me. I... I wasn't with them, I swear... They wouldn't even help me heal... They only had me as a spell mual." He's even cuter when he's scared. You can feel your chest tightening the longer you stare at him, he's cute but attractive for his size and race. He seems to believe you're a all powerful succubus, you don't really know what you're doing but you might as well just play the part and keep him scared.

You climb over the tree and get closer to him. He tries to crawl further away but you reach out to grab his left leg and pull him forward. He's so light, you could probably hold him up in the air or even hover with him. You get down on your knees in front of him and try to calm him down a bit as your hands trail up his legs at a crawl. "Oh, don't worry. I don't want to hurt you, really the farthest thing from it. I just wanna test a few things out on you. You can be my little guineapig." You lean in closer as his cheeks grow a bright red with your tits hanging over his lap. His hands jump to meet his lap as he asks "W-what do you want to test?" Your hands reach the sides of his head and slip to the back. You get into his face and pull him close to plant a succubus kiss of his left cheek. A dark pink lipstick kiss sits on his cheek before it glows a brighter shade and causes the dwarf to moan a bit. You can see a bulge growing under his rob as he falls to his back and asks you "W-what's happ...ening? I... I-I..." You interrupt him with another kiss to his left cheek that glows and makes him moan even more.

You grab his hands and put them over his head to hold him down with your chest planted against the lap of his rob as you bombard him with a shower of succubus kisses all over his face all the while his bugle growing up and past your cleavage. He squirms and wiggles under you, trying to escape your affection with no success. He cries out after each kiss, slowly becoming harder to understand until he only mumbles in gibberish. He's a little confused and covered in lipstick marks but still tries to resist you even though he is fully erect into your cleavage, leaking precum down over your nipples, collecting under his legs. You can feel his ten inch throbbing cock pressed between your breasts under his tattered rob, just waiting for you to get your hands on it. You let his hands go and stretch under his arms and rest your hands behind his head to hug him into a deep open mouth kiss he is unprepared for. Your new long tougne glides past his lips and slathers the inside of his mouth with saliva for well over half a minute. He eases up and stops most efforts to avoid your embrace. You then suddenly break the kiss as he drips through his rob. A strand of spit stretches between you both before breaking and dripping down the bottom of your mouth. You can feel your pussy soaking as you become just as eager as you've made him. You stand up and let him move a bit before you lay back down and trap him with your legs in a kinda wrestling move. You spine him closer to your center until he gets down to his head. He's as weak as he can be but he still needs one more big push before he becomes completely willing.

You squize his head closer in as he is just facing your ass where you lock him in place so he can't look away or turn. He can't over come your strength and has **** but to follow you. Your tail raises up as he begins to understand what you're about to do. He thrashes some in between your legs in a last attempt for liberation but is too weak to ever have hope of breaking free. You squize and pull him in ever closer as you start collecting your next spray in your stink gland. Your right hand reaches back and grips the back of his head by his orange hair. He opens his mouth to yell in some pain but before he can make a sound you shove his face into your ass just as you spray your Devil's Perfume.

His face and mouth are engulfed and smothered by the pink mist as he coughs and hacks. You hold him in your continues spray for 2 straight minutes, feeling his lips against your asshole as the spray fills his lungs and leaves him stuck in your passionate fume. No air can find its way in as the spray takes its place as his breaths, clouding his judgement and making his lust the dominant driving factor. Eventually, he doesn't resist and in fact mindlessly takes deeper breaths, plugging his nose inside and even tonguing your stink gland, forcing you to yelp as he licks in and out. Your freehand has somehow found its way to the length of your new pussy, sliding the middle and index finger along the lips before dipping in occasionally for extra stimuli. Your pussy is drenched and moist with drops of your juices rolling down your hand in a puddle. You finally stop and let him go as he falls to the grass coughing and gasping in need of real air. You reposition back to your knees now fingering yourself as you watch him. He still has lipstick marks on his face as he turns over and trys to speak with his right hand rubbing his cock through his rob. "W-what have y-you done? I... I can't... Resist... I... Must... N-need... Uhhh....t-the smell... I... Ahhhh... I... F... FUCK, I C-CANT TA-AKE IT!!!" He says as he lifts up his rob to reveal his cock and rubs it furiously.

He begins masturbating right in front of you, holding his rob up with his chin, using both hands to grip the length of his cock. He stares at you, begging "Please... Please, let me have you... Let me, let me have release... Please... Miss... Mistress, please..." Seems he's not going to be too much of a handfull now. He's not only deeply under your spell but he's calling you mistress and is horny as can be. Not to mention you're getting as horny as him. Watching him masturbate and plead for your touch, you can't let this opportunity pass. This could be a good time to have some fun, some release, but what to do to the poor strapping dwarf? Tease him, blow him, fuck him, or just flat out denie him and make him your servant now.