No - he has control for a little while.

Will save vs. DC 18. 1d20+2=11. Failure!

"Cease that prattling," Jamir orders her, his voice suddenly resonant with deep undertones that aren't normally there. Gilia's mouth snaps shut, and she finds she can't open it. Ah! What?! Jamir smirks and continues. "Good...now get down here and suck my cock."

Gilia finds her body moving without her control, as she watches almost as though from a distance. No, no! Ah, fuck. Oh, well, she thinks dejectedly as she feels herself crawl toward the halfling wizard, who pulls his robe up with a grin to reveal his already-hard cock. Though Gilia's body doesn't put much show into the performance, it does exactly what Jamir asked, and she inhales the scent of his musk - sweat, cologne, and some stranger, more exotic scents - as she takes his cock into her mouth and wraps her lips around the shaft. Gilia, now sitting in the back seat of her own body, gives a mental groan of resignation as she begins to rhythmically bob up and down, sucking Jamir off obediently.

"Good...good little slut," Jamir groans as he leans back in his bedroll, tangling his fingers in Gilia's hair. She mechanically bobs up and down, slurping away as he thrusts upward slightly into her. "You did a good job choosing my tent...I'm direct but subtle. Starshine would've wasted the whole night trying to make you beg for it, while Turuk would've held you down and fucked you in every hole by now, the beast. Whereas I can just...massage your mind a little bit so you do what you need, and then we can both get some rest. I help you out, and you help me out, eh?"

Gilia moans. In truth, if she didn't care so much what Jamir and the others thought of her, this wouldn't be so bad, she thinks. Jamir's smaller than most human men, and his cock fills her whole mouth pleasantly without invading her throat too far. And he does clearly wash as much as an adventurer on the road can; certainly, she's choked on worse-smelling members. But I'm supposed to be part of the party, dammit!

"Ugh, what a good slut you are. Lick my balls, slut," Jamir orders, and Gilia lets his shaft slip from her lips as she leans down to gently suck one of his testicles into her mouth. The halfling groans as she flicks her tongue over his sack, tasting fuzz and sweat, and suckles on his nuts. "Gods, that's good! Did you really think you were - ha! - an adventurer? I've seen you shake those tits onstage, don't forget...we all of us know what you are...especially with that hellspawn blood in you..." Gilia blushes a deeper red, invisible in the darkness of the tent, but runs her tongue over his balls again. "Oh, good girl...not long now, come on. Get it back in your mouth..."

He pulls her hair, none too gently, and drags Gilia back up to the tip of his cock before plunging into her mouth. He begins to pump his hips and Gilia doesn't suck this time, just keeping her mouth open while he fucks away. Drool runs down his shaft and her chin as he holds her head in place with both hands, and she gags quietly with each thrust now as he probes the top of her throat. "Fuck, yes!" the halfling breathes. "Almost...there..." She feels him swell within her, and then he buries himself to the hilt, pushing her head down on him as his cock twitches and jerks. "Yesssss. Swallow it all, slut!"

Gilia's already obeying, slurping up each spray of cum and swallowing it down as it coats her mouth, scooping some up with her tongue to prevent it getting on her chin or clothes. At least he's not so big that this is impossible to keep clean... As Jamir finishes, his cock going slowly soft, Gilia gives him one slow, thorough, final suck as she licks up his shaft and releases it, catching her breath.

"H-Happy now, asshole?" she asks, panting slightly.

"Oh, indeed," Jamir says, sounding lazy and contented. "Hope you are, too."

"W-Why would I be?!"

He raises his eyebrows. "Well, you seemed to take to your task naturally enough. I didn't even use the spell for all of those commands..."

Gilia's eyes widen in shock, and she feels her mouth drop open. "Wh-What? You mean..."

"Yes, some of that was just you," he says with a little smirk. "The spell only gives me so many commands, so I took some risks...they paid off, though. Sometimes all it takes is making someone think her inhibitions are gone for her to move past them." He laughs as she blushes. "Don't feel bad, little slut. Most adventurers sleep around, anyway...a lot can happen when you're sharing a tent in the wilderness."

"Hmph." Oddly, that does make her feel...at least a little bit better. "Well, can we go to sleep now that your damn spell's used up?"

"Of course." Gilia sighs and starts to lie down. "But the spell's got, I think, one more charge in it."

"Wait, wha - "

"Keep my cock in your mouth until I wake, slut." Once again Gilia's body moves without her control, and she finds herself wrapping her lips around Jamir's wet shaft. The halfling sighs contentedly as she settles her head onto his stomach for a pillow and he pets her hair. "Good girl. Nighty-night."

"Mmmph? Mmmph!" Gilia protests. She can attempt to complain, and can reposition her head slightly, but she finds that no matter how much she tries she can't remove her mouth from his cock. After a couple more muffled protests fail to rouse the wizard, Gilia sighs and settles her head back on his stomach. What an asshole. At least I'm warm now... It takes a while, with his slick, half-hard cock still lodged firmly in her mouth, but after a few minutes Gilia manages to fall asleep.

And I think that's the end of (yet another) scene where she wasn't in control...will she ever get on top of things? (Probably not, she's level 0.) Chaos Factor goes down to 3, and it's time for