Kiraea Takes Control

“What a wonderful pet you’ve brought home for me, dear sister. Such a mighty, magnificent little.…” The malevolent lips of Kiraea twists into a grin that was smugness personified. “....beast. And of course, you thought so highly of me that you brought him all the way back here for me to tame, and enjoy.”

You couldn’t move.

You couldn’t even talk.

You just couldn’t believe what had just happened.

But it had happened.

And you- you are now made witness to your own lustful undoing.

The silver-haired sorceress pads daintily around you barefoot, her translucent nightgown torn only slightly from your earlier attempted ravaging of her Elven beauty.

Her beautiful face was illuminated by an equally arrogant sneer, the fullness of her pale skin restored completely with the Shining Stone healing the minor blemish you had given her.

And speaking of, that round object of untold magical power, which you had protected with life and limb this entire quest, was now nestled ever-so comfortably within Kiraea’s bare bosom.

“We are such slaves to our urges, aren’t we pet?” she began mocking you, her alluring words just adding more to the lustful fog that had clouded your mind and rendered your usually dependable muscles utterly useless.

Just her mere presence seemed to keep you in a shivering state of sexual want and desire.

“One minute you’re standing tall, a filthy human with all of the womanly riches all around him to enjoy…” She gestured dismissively towards Lady Moirianara and Destille. “And the next, you’re where you belong. Where creatures of your kind have always occupied. Occupying the dirt underneath our royal tree.”

“Sister, I beg of you-”

“I said, I would share him, did I not?” Kiraea suddenly snaps towards Tri’lanna, who almost fringed at the sharpness of the elf-woman’s tone of voice. “When have you ever known me to go against my word?”

“He is not your play-thing, elf,” Ceinwyn retaliates in defense of the shaken Tri’lanna, who was still at a loss for what had just happened, the quite unceremonious shift of power. “He is needed for our mission, and you have no right over him.”

“I have every right over him,” the aristocratic elf responds coolly, touching the enchanted gemstone calmly while eyeing the druid. “He is a human in my home. That makes him my property, and I can do anything with or to him that I so desire.”

“Sister, please. I beg of you to think beyond your own ambition. Please think of-”

“Please think of what?” Kiraea scoffs at her, her back entirely to you now as she leers at her sister. “You would rather stand there like some obedient slut while this human- this lowly, unworthy creature governed only by the cock between his legs, defiles our own mother? While he violates your sister?”

You needed to get up, but your body refused to hear your plea.

All you could think of was just how attractive Kiraea was, in so many ways now, and just what you would do to be able to savor her flesh once more.

Much as you hated to admit it, even your mouth watered at that possibility.

“Or has he already turned you against your own blood? Made you his own ****, instead of the other way around?” the silver-haired temptress continues to taunt your Elven companion, your confidant and lover.

Fighting off whatever fleeting vestiges of the lust spell that her sister had cast in the general vicinity, your Tri’lanna states with more conviction, “He is a good man, Kiraea, and I will not let you have him.”

Kiraea pouts playfully, running a finger down the silver necklace, “But I was going to let you share, dear sister!”

“Free him, now! And give us back that Stone. We will leave this mansion, and you will never be burdened with me or my company ever again.”

“Big talk from such a little girl. Gods, you are so spineless. No wonder Mother always preferred me.”

“What would you have me do, then? Fight my own family?”

“You’re too weak to raise a hand against me, sister. Why else would you bring this human here to make sluts out of your family?”

As the two siblings bicker back-and-forth, you felt yet another stirring in your loins yet again.

Your cock twitched with carnal necessity, those overwhelming emotions pumping through it like some ungodly potion.

Simply put, your veins were overflowing with sensation, a sensation that simply couldn’t be contained.

You are horny. Unbelievably, uncontrollably horny.

And Kiraea knows it.

Peering over her shoulder to see just how poorly you’d managed to conceal your compromised state, she turned around to face you once more.

Her violent eyes were seemingly piercing right into your soul.

“You belong to me now, Hans. Your eyes will bear witness to my perfect body for however long I allow you the privilege of staying in this place. And the rest of you….” She takes a slight pause, breathing in huskily as she drinks in your well-muscled figure, and especially the well-endowed member hanging fully erect between your thighs.

Fingering the gemstone as it glowed, she continued, “I will make excellent use of this wonderful body of yours. Just one more gift that you’ve given me here tonight.”

“...I…” You struggle to form your words, a rarity for someone of your usual confidence.

Amused by your indecision, she tilted her head to the side. “Yes, my pet?”

Finding your words fail you once more, you have **** but to bow your head.

When no other words came, the visual that you now symbolized speaks volumes.

Her smile remains smug as ever. “There we go, your most natural position.”

“What do we do?” came a frantic voice behind the domineering woman’s back.

Ceinwyn.

“...I….I don’t know,” came the even less certain voice of your Elven lover.

As if in response to all that, Kiraea suddenly stretched one leg out, arching her bare foot right in front of your lowered head.

Her toes, painted with exquisite silver nail polish, stare you right back.

“Kiss my foot, Hans. I have already given you a treasure beyond your human comprehension in allowing you to savor true and pure Elven pussy. I believe I am entitled to a reward for my kindness,” she commands you, in a soft and sensual yet authoritative tone.

Again, your body fails to obey you.

Your fists clench, but the anger needed to override the lustful spell that was still cast over you was not nearly sufficient enough.

Instead, you feel even more helpless as the Shining Stone glows against her chest, making her throw her head back with a victorious sigh.

“Gods, I cannot believe someone entrusted an ape like you with such power, such magnificence!” Her taunting laughter rings out, touching both of your ears.

And, despite your fury, your indignation, all trying to come up to the surface, nothing ultimately came of it.

You still feel helplessly horny for the Elven woman you were so sure you could conquer and make submit to you, instead of the other way around.

“Hans, Hans don’t give in!”

Kiraea held up a stern hand, her eyes burning expectantly into your kneeling stance.

“Be quiet now sister! Now, it is time for my reward,” she spoke calmly, her foot still outstretched and waiting. “You had enough fun rolling around in the dirt with this creature outside our walls….”

Her lips twist into a truly cruel, vindictive smirk as the Shining Stone imbues her with an almost intoxicating degree of power, “I’ve felt the fullness of his cock, the warmth of his heat against my body. But now, now I wish to experience just how well this human grovels at the feet of a superior being.”