Submission and Domination

Chapter 3 - Submission and Domination

"The woods were silent or would be if it wasn't for these intruders coming into our territory and doing as they please," these are the thoughts that rattle through the head of the dire wolf as it tracked the humans it was commanded to follow. It moved through the bushes and foliage with ease. The scent of the humans dominated the area, but it was child's play.

The dire wolf's instincts kicked in as it approached the bandits. Its eyes narrowed as it attempted to observe their every move, despite the main camp being massive, expanding into the size of a medium size town with their numbers going into the four hundred. The base sprawled like a growing tumor in the heart of the woods, with makeshift structures and tents cluttering the landscape. Torches illuminated the area, casting flickering shadows that danced in the night. The dire wolf observed the bandits, their faces rugged and determined, reveling in their ill-gotten gains and the spoils of their unlawful endeavors.

The dire wolf remained concealed within the shadows, its senses hyper-aware of the bandits' every move. Despite its primal instincts urging it to attack, it exercised restraint, knowing that its purpose was to track and report, not to confront head-on. The wolf kept a safe distance, silently surveying as much of the bandit camp from afar.

It noticed the bandits' complacency within the sprawling encampment, their guard seemingly lowered in their perceived dominance over the woods. This arrogant attitude only fueled the wolf's resolve to bring information back to its masters, ensuring they would be prepared to deal with this formidable threat.

The dire wolf's heightened senses allowed it to meticulously gather vital intel on the bandit camp's layout and dynamics. As it retreated from the camp and vanished into the forest, it emitted a howl that caught the shaman's attention, prompting him to signal Lady Seraphina, visibly anxious to rescue the captives.

"Time to move," Jabulani stated, calm but commanding, setting their plan into motion. The shaman and the determined lady knight approached the bandit camp.

Seraphina looked at Jabulani inquisitively, seeking clarity, "So, what's our strategy?"

"It's simple. I'll draw their attention, providing you the opening to safely rescue the women," Jabulani explained. He watched Lady Seraphina's grip tighten around her sword.

Acknowledging the plan, Lady Seraphina nodded resolutely, "Understood, Jabulani. We'll proceed as you've outlined." Her focus locked onto the bandit camp ahead.

They exchanged no further words, closing in on the encampment. As they neared, their paths diverged. The shaman navigated around the camp, steering clear of the captive women's tent.

With the dire wolves dismissed and his powers surging, the shaman's eyes turned crimson as heat distortion enveloped him. "Fire spirits, heed my command. Focus your flames. Our aim is this encampment and the bandits within, nothing more," he commanded, a sphere of fire forming at his fingertip, steadily expanding.

As the ball of fire expanded, it gained momentum and intensity, illuminating the night sky. The shaman's focus remained unwavering as he controlled the growing flames. On the other side of the camp, Lady Seraphina watched the approaching chaos, her heart racing with anticipation and determination. The plan was set in motion, and the fate of the women held captive hung in the balance.

The intense heat and crackling flames quickly drew the attention of the bandits, who scrambled to respond to the unexpected threat. Chaos erupted within the camp as they shouted orders and tried to extinguish the spreading fire. Jabulani's distraction had successfully diverted their attention, allowing Lady Seraphina to slip past the disoriented bandits and reach the tent where the captive women were held.

"Elements' grasp, fire's reign I claim,

Controlled and focused, its wildness I tame.

Will and intent, in harmony unite,

Flames dance under my command, burning bright.

By my word, by Shamanic art,

Inferno's energy I safely impart.

Guided by purpose, with balance in sight,

I wield the fire, a controlled and steady light.

Control Flames!"

The shaman's mastery over the flames compelled them to dance, twist, and turn, with his foremost objective being to confine the fire within the area while inflicting maximum damage. The inferno transformed into a mesmerizing spectacle, taking on the form of fiery serpentine twisters, each resembling a cobra's head. These blazing serpents tore through the bandits and makeshift structures effortlessly, akin to a scorching blade slicing through butter. While under the shaman's command, they left only scorched marks in their wake, refraining from igniting new flames.

Without hesitation, Lady Seraphina charged into the encampment, disregarding stealth and showcasing her lethal precision with her bastard sword. She dispatched bandits with a single, swift slash, leaving a trail of fallen foes in her path as she made her way toward the **** tents.

The combination of Jabulani's controlled flames and Lady Seraphina's swift, lethal strikes created a scene of controlled chaos. Bandits fell before the flaming onslaught, their attempts to counter the fire proving futile against the shaman's mastery. The captives' tent was quickly reached, and with a swift movement, Lady Seraphina cut through the tent fabric and went in, where she found a nightmare.

Twenty barely conscious women, naked and bound in stocks with their asses in the air, fresh and dried cum covering their bodies or dripping from all their holes. The smell was almost overpowering as Lady Seraphina started taking deep breaths, and her mouth began to water before she shook some sense back into her own head and, with a single slice, cut through all the stocks.

Over half the girls seemed utterly unaware of their own existence, let alone capable of movement. Frustration gripped the woman as she pondered, "What on earth can I do?" Her thoughts swirled as she cautiously poked her head out from the pleasure tent.

Over half of the encampment lay in ashes as the marauders dispersed everywhere. Unsurprisingly, there appeared to be a lack of concern for the captive women, as no one attempted to mount a rescue.

"Very well, we shall maintain our position here. I will eliminate any intruders until that man concludes his task," she declared, assuming her stance at the entrance. She carefully arranged each girl on the ground beforehand, ensuring they lay on their backs.

The lady's heart raced not from the chaotic scene. Still, the smell of semen dominated the tent and tried to overtake her discipline. Determination fueled her actions as she focused on protecting the helpless girls. Still, for reason unknown, she felt a dampness between her legs.

Abruptly, Jabulani entered the tent, promptly pinching his nose shut. "I'd almost prefer the scent of charred flesh. Why are you lingering?" he inquired.

Lady Seraphina's gaze remained fixed, her parted lips hinting at unspoken words, briefly unveiling the glistening strands of saliva connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue before she closed her mouth again.

"...Is she still ensnared by the allure of that lust aura? Just how potent was the influence of that lust spirit," the shaman pondered before he decisively snapped his fingers, guiding her back to her senses.

"When... When did you arrive?" Lady Seraphina inquired, clearly taken aback.

"She's of little aid in this state; these girls are in a worse state than I imagined," the shaman mused, his gaze fixed on the twenty women. "Toda0c,y's efforts we shall cease, though bandits linger, their threat decreas3rd e, for these women's well-being, our utmost peace," he uttered, drawing near the ladies with a sense of grace.

"O spirits ancient, weave the way,

Shamanic rift, come forth I pray.

Bridge the realms, both near and far,

Guide my journey, like a shining star.

Through moonlit skies and shadows deep,

Awaken power from its slumbered sleep.

I call your mystic might to be,

Traverse realms in dreamy flight, set me free

Shamanic Rift."

A portal of ethereal energy manifested beside them, revealing the grand front lawn of the mansion on the other side. Swiftly following, a maid uttered a startled scream, witnessing the unfamiliar sight of magic again. With a purposeful rhythm, Lady Seraphina and Jabulani gently transported the girls through the portal, aligning them meticulously in a single, orderly row.

Once all the women had been safely brought through the gate, Jabulani began using his healing magic to mend the physical wounds they had sustained.

"Will they recover fully?" inquired Lady Seraphina, her voice concerned as she directed the maids to bring towels and water to cleanse and clothe the women. Amidst the orchestrated activity, the Lord and Lady of the land watched the unfolding events in solemn silence.

"I can't provide a definite answer at the moment. I could accelerate their healing as a group if I were connected to a spirit of life. However, I must first address the most severe injuries, given the circumstances. Physically, they should mend, but their mental and emotional wounds are another matter entirely. Many of these women might find it difficult to trust or even be comfortable around men for quite some time," Jabulani explained as he moved from one woman to the next, repeating the healing spell.

The remainder of the day was dedicated to treating the women's injuries and reassuring those who had spent the most time in the **** tent that they were safe. Most girls had been taken from small villages within the Winterbourne barony, except for two intriguing exceptions. One was an anthropomorphic black-haired wolf girl who constantly observed the shaman, following him wherever he went. The other was a petite elf girl, deeply suspicious of her surroundings and constantly on guard.

All twenty girls were physically healed by the time the moon was hanging high in the night sky. Plans had been set in motion to ensure their safe return to their homes, except for the two unique cases.

"What do we do with these two? The elf remains silent, so we can't ascertain her origins, making it hard to help her return home. And the anthromorph girl seems attached to Jabulani," Lady Elizabeth contemplated.

Lord Eldric sighed before responding, "We'll provide them with accommodation. We won't abandon them because they are victims in this ordeal."

Following his orders, servants guided the two girls to separate guest rooms. The Lord then turned his attention to the shaman and the female knight.

"In a mere two days, you've already saved some of our people from the clutches of the bandits. While we might wish for more, let us focus on this achievement rather than the setbacks," the baron asserted.

"The task ahead remains formidable. We've struck against a significant outpost, and the location of the bandit's main camp is now known to us. And we cannot ignore the spell... I mean, beholder, we cannot ignore it," the shaman replied.

"But we will face it head-on, my Lord. You have our word," the lady knight pledged, bowing respectfully before the duke.

His expression reflected an internal debate before he exhaled, resigning himself to a decision. "How long will your endeavor against the beholder take, and how much assistance shall you require?" Lady Cassandra interjected.

"Well, I've contemplated our options. I could engage it solo, though it won't be a swift or simple battle. The circumstances hinge on the beholder's age – if it's an elder, my approach may need to..." His words trailed off, his mind absorbed by the weight of the impending challenge.

"Alone? Are you mad? I won't stand for it!" the lady knight burst out vehemently, startling everyone.

"Mad? Not at all! I simply acknowledge my capabilities and efficiency. It's in the barony's best interest for me to tackle this alone. Consider it this way – if I perish, the cost to you is negligible, as I volunteered free of charge. But if I succeed, that's one less threat for your people to contend with, and your barony can begin its recovery. It's a pragmatic choice," the shaman responded with a confident smirk.

"But why? That's what I struggle to understand! The initial assistance act could be considered noble, but to take on a beholder single-handedly? Why push yourself to such an extent?" Lady Seraphina questioned.

A hint of amusement danced in his eyes as he replied, "Well, the reason is rather straightforward. I'm a Xandari, and we are fond of challenging battles."

"No, I can't allow this to persist," the duke interjected firmly. "I must reward you in a manner more befitting your contribution. Your assistance has exceeded mere accommodation."

With that, a subtle shift swept through the atmosphere, the gravity of the situation taking on a renewed aspect. The shaman's lips curled into a gentle smile. "Perhaps, my esteemed Lord, this conversation would be better suited for more opportune hours? The night has advanced considerably, and I must confess to having overlooked sustenance throughout the day," he remarked, his eyes shifting towards the young maid, Filia, who cautiously approached, a trembling plate in her hands. A blush tinged her cheeks, her gaze averted as the plate wobbled precariously. Most present attributed her demeanor to the recent events involving the rescued women, assuming her unease resulted from mere embarrassment. However, Lady Cassandra and the shaman shared a knowing glance, understanding the deeper meaning behind Filia's hesitance.

"You speak wisely," Lord Eldric concurred, acknowledging the unforeseen demands of the day. "Rest now, for this day has proven more eventful than anticipated. Let us reconvene over breakfast tomorrow to resume our discussion." With a nod of agreement, he turned his attention to the shaman, who, in turn, began to select portions of meat, bread, and fruit from the plate before him, indulging in a much-needed meal.

After the shaman acknowledged the Lord's words with a simple nod, Lord Eldric pivoted gracefully. He retraced his steps towards the manor, a procession of servants trailing in his wake. Lady Seraphina, too, offered her parting salutations before following suit, leaving only Filia, Jabulani, and, surprisingly, Lady Cassandra. The trio remained poised before the manor, casting an enigmatic air over the tranquil surroundings.

"May I assist you with something, Lady Cassandra?" The shaman redirected his focus to her, his inquisitive gaze seeking to understand her intentions.

"Well, you see..." The lady of the house hesitated a delicate matter on her mind. She wished to inquire about the peculiar events involving Filia earlier in his room, but navigating the topic tactfully posed a challenge. Uncertain whether she should broach the subject, especially with his presence nearby, she grappled with her thoughts.

"Actually, I've reconsidered. I would like to talk with Miss Filia when she has a moment to spare, though there's no need to rush. Now, if you'll pardon me," the lady of the estate declared, pivoting gracefully and making her way back into the manor.

Jabulani leisurely licked his fingers clean, his gaze seemingly transfixed on Lady Cassandra's form. Filia's eyes flickered between him and Lady Cassandra, her cheeks puffing out as she turned away in a mixture of indignation and jealousy. "Pervert," she muttered under her breath.

The shaman turned his head, fixing his gaze on the maid, his brow arching in mild surprise. "Well, that was rather uncalled for," he quipped, a playful note in his voice. With a lighthearted chuckle, he draped his arm around the maid's shoulders, eliciting an inadvertent "eep" from her lips. He led her along as they headed toward his room.

"Hold on a moment, please!" The maid exclaimed, wriggling slightly before slipping free from his grip just outside his room.

"Is there an issue?" The shaman inquired, his tone marked with curiosity.

"O...of course, there's something amiss. I'm well aware of what you did to me yesterday," she retorted, her teeth clenched tightly in frustration.

Before he could respond, a whisper tickled the shaman's ear; a voice insinuated that they were under observation from afar.

"You're referring to when I separated your legs and made you into a woman, correct? I never attempted to conceal it; we were both consenting adults. You had the option to decline at any point, and I would have ceased immediately," he replied calmly.

In reality, she couldn't have resisted; the overwhelming aura of lust was far more potent than I had anticipated, he mused silently.

"But that does bring something to my attention. I should provide you with the contraceptive herbs... unless you're prepared to embrace motherhood," he remarked, reaching into his satchel and retrieving a small vial containing a vivid green liquid.

Filia's eyes widened abruptly as the recollection of the significant amount of semen within her dawned upon her.

"No... I... I..." Her words quivered in panic, but before she could continue, he swiftly covered her mouth and pressed her against the wall.

"Calm down," he urged, his voice steady and assured. "I've got the contraceptive right here. Take this, and you'll be perfectly fine, and if you no longer wish to continue, just say the word, and we won't. You are not being **** into anything here," the shaman explained, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes.

Filia's eyes snapped open as he held her, a stark realization of her powerlessness washing over her. His gaze seemed to strip away her defenses, leaving her feeling **** and exposed. Every instinct within her screamed to avert her gaze to avoid meeting his eyes. In his grasp, she felt diminutive and overmatched, akin to a mouse ensnared within the grip of a mighty lion.

Uncorking the vial, the shaman positioned it near her lips, simultaneously withdrawing his hand from her mouth to allow her to drink. Without any resistance or hesitation, Filia obediently consumed the entire liquid contents of the vial.

The shaman released his hold on the young maid and took a step back. "If that concludes our discussion, you're free to go. However, before you depart, kindly bring me another plate of bread, meat, and fruit," he instructed the young maid, who stood before him with a submissive gaze, her attention unwavering.

A few moments passed before she pivoted and began to traverse the hallway. As she disappeared from view, the shaman let out a soft sigh before raising his voice. "You can reveal yourself now. What is it that you require of me?" The corridor remained hushed briefly, and then faint, muffled footfalls emanated from around the corner. Slowly emerging into sight was the wolf girl, her gaze locked onto him with an intensity that spoke volumes.

"Step inside," the shaman invited, gesturing toward his room as he swung the door open and entered. The wolf girl, transitioning from a cautious approach to a more hurried pace, reached his door and promptly followed suit, quietly shutting the door behind her. Although her proximity to the entrance seemed to convey a lingering hesitance, her presence in the room was undeniable. Clad in a modest white dress that left little to the imagination, she stood by the closed door, a subtle reminder of her recent transformation from a once-naked captive to someone now adorned in clothing. The semi-defined shape of her body hinted at the toll her time in captivity had taken, with her physique looking to have shifted from a well-defined, athletic build to a softer and more rounded silhouette, seemingly tailored for hard poundings.

However, these details held little significance; he favored a slight softness. The sensation of grasping a handful and feeling the yielding malleability, or even how his fingers might gently sink into the flesh, held a certain allure. Yet, he had no reservations regarding more toned physiques either. That female knight, for instance, appeared very delicious.

"Well, are you simply going to remain there, or would you care to take a seat?" he inquired, a casual tone threading through his words. Extending his hand towards the bed beside him, he gently patted the mattress, inviting her to join him. Responding without hesitation, the wolf girl promptly settled beside him, her eagerness evident in her swift compliance.

As Filia made her way to the kitchen, a hush had fallen over the manor. Most of the servants had retired to their quarters, leaving the estate silent. However, her purpose was clear—to prepare another plate of food for the esteemed guest, the shaman.

With a plate in hand, she assembled a simple yet satisfying meal—a loaf of bread, a selection of meat slices, and an assortment of fresh fruit. As she worked, her thoughts began to wander. When his hand closed around my wrist, fear should've been my immediate reaction... Why wasn't I terrified? Why didn't I scream?

Her mind continued to meander as she retraced her steps back to the shaman's room. And yet, when he touched me, his grip on me... It felt almost... right. Despite the way, he pinned me to the wall... Why did I feel safe, protected, as if nothing could harm me?

Lost in her thoughts, she reached the shaman's door, her fingers bypassing the usual routine of knocking. Instead, she impulsively pushed the door open and stepped inside, the threshold of uncertainty beckoning her forward.

She stepped into the room, then paused as she looked at the sight before her. The shaman was sitting naked on his bed, and the wolf girl was leaning forward just before him on her knees. She was leaning forward, her ass in the air with her tail wagging happily. Loud and sloppy sucking sounds can be heard from her mouth as her tongue plays with and slathers his manhood in her saliva.

"Ah, you've returned," the shaman remarked, his voice calm as he sat there enjoying the wolf girl expertly servicing him with her tongue. "Kindly bring me the plate of food, and then you may take your leave."

Resuming her stride towards him, Filia's gaze remained fixed on the wolf girl, still shocked. As she drew nearer, she saw signs of dampness that traced the crevice of womanhood onto her panties. With a closer vantage point, Filia's eyes zeroed in on the wolf girl's face, her expression illuminated by an unmistakable radiance of pure bliss. A sparkle danced within the girl's eyes as her tongue covered and slathered the shaman's shaft in saliva and spit with random and loving kisses placed in between the licks.

The wolf girl was clearly lost in her own world as her mouth opened wide and took the massive member into her mouth. The shaman takes the plate from the maid and begins biting into the bread as the wolf girl's slurps louder. Filia could only watch as the wolf girl's lips wrapped around the shaman's cock, her head pushing down as far as she could on his fully erect member. Filia's eyes grew wide as she watched the wolf girl's head bob up and down, taking in ten inches as if it was nothing. No gagging or **** but a massive bulge in her throat, her eyes rolling back, moans muffled by a chock, and snot bubbles forming around her nose.

However, Filia hesitated when presenting the plate to the shaman, her initial intent of departing momentarily forgotten. Her cheeks flushed crimson, a vivid blush adorning her features as she swallowed audibly, her eyes held captive by the sensual tableau unfolding before her. The scene cast a hypnotic spell upon her, her lips trembling as she struggled to break free from its magnetic pull.

Unbeknownst to her, the shaman observed her reaction with a self-assured grin on his lips. Seizing the moment, his hand shot forth to encircle her wrist, drawing her closer. In an instant, Filia found herself pulled onto the bed, her body pressed snugly against his as his arm coiled around her waist, securing her in a tantalizing embrace.

With a firm grasp on the wolf girl's hair, he exerted a decisive pull, freeing his massive meatstick from her wet and sloppy mouth. A sound of distress escaped her lips, the pain evident in her face as she registered the unexpected pull.

"Ahhh, alpha, I'm sorry! Did I displease you?" she cried out, a mixture of shock and mild pain lacing her voice.

An indulgent smile curved the shaman's lips, a reassuring note in his tone as he responded, "Of course not. I find your service quite satisfactory, my dear bitch. You shall be my beta and teach my other bitches how to serve.

Meanwhile, his gaze shifted, fixing intently upon Filia. Their eyes met a charged connection sparking between them. Her heart raced as the shaman's words sank in, her expression subtly shifting into one of submissive compliance.

"You will teach your sister **** here to pleasure me; unlike you, an already well-trained slut, this fresh **** was only broken in a day ago," the shaman remarked, his words causing Filia to quiver in response.

He continued, his words both authoritative and provocative, "She is yet to realize that she's already become my plaything. If I had known that the barony provided such delectable offerings to those who aid it, I might have graced this place with my presence sooner."

As his words hung in the air, they held an intoxicating power over the two women – one affected by the enthralling allure of his dominance, the other already ensnared in the web of submission, her gaze fixated upon him as if he were a deity to be revered.

In a dizzying turn of events, Filia found herself kneeling beside the wolf girl, the tantalizing pressure of her lips meeting a glistening, dark-skinned meatstick slick with saliva.

"Relax, my dear. Part your lips slowly, just enough to allow penetration. Maintain a tight seal and gentle suction; that's the key to pleasure," the wolf girl instructed, her voice expressing resignation, a stark contrast to the fleeting moments of vitality that surfaced whenever she spoke of her new current alpha.

Encouragement and guidance flowed from the wolf girl's words as she continued, "Our alpha is endowed beyond that of most men, so keep your tongue lowered for now and gradually adapt to his size. This is the first step to his pleasure and your reward for being a good girl."

As Filia's head began its measured ascent and descent, the wolf girl adeptly managed her hair, pulling it aside to ensure unobstructed access. The sensation was a dichotomy of sensations—new and overwhelming. Yet, Filia navigated her way through unfamiliar territory under the guidance of the wolf girl's patient instructions. Her actions were guided not only by the wolf girl's words but also by a potent blend of anticipation and submission. This erotic action immersed her in a sea of sensations she had never known before.

The door to the shaman's room had been inadvertently left ajar by the young maid, a detail not lost on the shaman who, although aware of it, chose not to address it as he endeavored to savor the sensations provided by the inexperienced maid's mouth. In a subtle gesture, he directed the wolf girl's attention; with a swift comprehension, she pulled the shaman's member from the young maid's mouth with a loud audible pop before turning her focus to licking and kissing one side of the massive meatstick and having the maid do the other. The two women worked in unison, cleaning his manhood and family jewels with their tongues, their lips locking around its girth in a shared display of devotion and obedience.

Midway through their act of service, the shaman's gaze shifted upward, his acute senses alerting him to an unexpected observer. Just outside his slightly ajar door stood Lady Cassandra, her presence unnoticed by the two maids engrossed in their task. The lady's face was a tapestry of conflicting emotions—flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and an overtly wet nether region betrayed the arousal she struggled to contain. Her labored breathing punctuated the tension in the air as her hands descended her body, halting only moments before succumbing to her desires.

In an instant, Lady Cassandra's realization of her actions overcame her, and she turned abruptly, fleeing from the open door with an urgency that defied any pretense of subtlety. Her hurried footsteps reverberated down the hallway, a testament to her inner turmoil and unquenched desires.

The shaman grinned, returning his attention to the two women servicing him, "Now, which of you good girls is going to get your reward first?" He asked in a dominant tone,