Mary

“We should just run,” the wife whispered.

“This thing has to die.”

I listened to the three argue, pretending to be asleep, as the husband got an ax. I must say, I was deeply enjoying the ‘understand humans’ part of my ranger perk. After listening to them for just a few minutes I had a fairly complete understanding of their personalities. In other words, I knew how to break them.

When the husband was within a few feet of me I raised my head and smiled.

“Are you ready yet? I’ve been waiting so patiently.”

The man stared at me, then lunged, screaming. The ax fell on my shoulder with a dull clang. I felt that one, would probably have a bruise tomorrow. But my scales held, gleaming in the morning light. For the sake of my plan, I didn’t let any pain show on my face. Let him hit me a few more times before breaking an arm. As he lay their, squirming, I whispered into his ear.

“The pleasure I take from your wife will be sweet.”

He passed out from another dose of sleeping **** as I turned to the women. A small fireball exploded against my scales. It hurt less than the ax, but did surprise me. Tears filled the wife’s eyes as shaky hands conjured another fireball.

That was careless, I thought, God’s eye

Her name was Mary, and she had the potential to be a sorceress, a powerful one. Her talent had blossomed at the age of three, a very young age to be manifesting magic. If she hadn’t been poor she would have gone to a mage’s school in the capital. As it was, she’d managed to marry the innkeeper’s son. Something that would normally be far beyond the means of a poor trappers daughter.

In other word’s she wasn’t a threat. But she could become a very useful pawn in the future. As my tentacles coiled around her, tearing her dress to shreds, she began to openly weep.

“Please, please don’t hurt me.”

I laughed and wiped a hair away from her face. “My dear, you belong to me. That means you have two options.”

My cock rammed into her cunt and she screamed. I’d coated my dick with a pain inducing toxin, to make sure she didn’t enjoy this.

“Pleasure in obedience or pain in disobedience,” I finished.

I continued to whisper promises of relief until she passed out and I’d left a thick load I both holes. Then I turned to the Nora, pulling her under me.

“Did you really think you could kill me?” I asked, running my tongue over her nipples. “I was created by dark gods. You are merely the first step on my road to conquest.”

Contrary to what you may believe I didn’t gain any pleasure from their pain. It was a means to a very sweet end. The tightness of their pussies and the thought of them willingly writhing beneath me were what drove me to completion.

The next morning they tried to run. Nora insisted, saying they had no chance of winning. It didn’t matter either way. Now that I had a read on their personalities it took less than an hour to recapture them. I continued on, provoking the husband, tempting Mary and frightening Nora. Driving them deeper and deeper into despair with my words and dick. It only took two days for something to give.

* * *

That morning they tried to run again. It was desperation and nothing more. My alpha perk had degraded their attempts into a sad routine. They weren’t even trying to set false trails anymore and Mary was having none of it.

As her husband and Nora slipped out Mary sat in the wreckage of her old room. My head came up as soon as the door closed, and I stared at her. She wouldn’t look at me and I smiled. before long I’d fetched the mother and son, returning with their **** bodies slung over my shoulder. Nora had a fresh load of cum in her pussy and ass.

I unceremoniously dropped them on the floor and padded over to Mary. She kept her head down.

“Look at me.”

Her head came up, only to sink back down.

“Look at me,” I roared, shaking the house.

Her head shot up and I grabbed it. “When I say something, you obey, understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good,” I said, letting her chin go. “Now, what are you?”

“I- I don’t-”

“You are my ****… say it.”

“I am your ****.”

I saw her fears, her fear of me waring with her fear of pain. I’d need to thread a very delicate needle. Make sure she understood what she was doing while still getting her to do it. I whispered more words into her ear, forcing her to repeat them.

“I am a ****, a pair of holes for my master. If he says strip I will strip, if he says kill I will kill. If- if he says suffer, I will suffer.”

She almost ran at that, might have if I wasn’t leaning over her.

“But my master is merciful,” she gasped, almost crying when she heard this part. “For in my obedience he shall not grant me pain put pleasure the likes of which I’ve never known.”

I took two steps back and lay on the ground. She stared at me, waiting.

“Strip.”

Mary rose to her feet, grabbing the hem of her dress. Slowly, hesitating every step of the way, she drew it over her head and dropped it into a crumpled heap. She waited for a moment, hopping I’d say that was good enough. When I just starred, she grabbed her bra and tossed it aside, revealing her perky breasts. The panties came off in a rush, she was **** to be done with this.

“You will never wear clothes in here again,” I said.

She nodded, shivering.

“On your back.”

Without prompting she also spread her legs into a W shape, presenting herself to me. I moved closer. One of my spiked tentacles emerged, waving before her eyes.

“No, no” she cried, beginning to close her legs.

“Pain or pleasure?”

She closed her eyes and straightened up, willing herself to be still. The tentacle slid in, and a moan escaped. Its spikes slid through the groves in her pussy, sending tingles of pleasure to her brain. I’d coated it in an aphrodisiac. It was a crutch to make sure this penetration was as wonderful as possible. Soon my cock alone would make her squirm.

When her own juices started to flow, I removed the tentacle and dove in with my mouth. Using my tongue I rubbed the aphrodisiac in deeper. With that taken care of I positioned my cock above her cunt and whispered, “Beg.”

“Please, please master. It’s burning. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t want it to end. Please fuck me, turn me into your whore.”

My cock slid in with a clap. Her moans and the slapping of our bodies formed an audible rhythm. I fucked her on her back, front, up against a wall and suspended in the air. Deposited three loads onto her eagerly convulsing vagina. **** her to spread her own ass cheeks for anal and half choked her on a smooth tentacle. When it was all over, and she’d orgasmed at least ten times, I brought her face up to mine. My mouth didn’t have the right shape for a kiss, but I could slide my tongue in. Mary slipped off to dreamland with the feeling of me dominating her mouth.

I let her rest for a while, then used a healing spell to bring her back to reality. When she looked at me panic and confusion welled up in her eyes.

“What are you?” I asked.

I could see it in her eyes, the memories of what just happened flooding back. She bowed.

“I am your **** master, what do you need me to do.”

“Go clean yourself up and then make me something to eat.”

“Yes, of course. What would you like?” she asked.

“Meat.”

As she hurried away, I moved over to the fireplace and laid down. The embers were dying. Normally the husband would have built it back up by now, but I’d given him and his mother an extra strong doss of sleeping ****. So they wouldn’t disturb us. That was not what had in mind for tomorrow.