She saves her family.

I didn't have a plan. I could have easily dispatched the man myself; I just thought it would be fun to test the woman's loyalty to me. Or fear of me, if not exactly loyalty. Either was as good as the other.

As soon as the man stepped into the room, the woman moved to intercept him, arms raised. "No! Don't hurt him!"

He stopped dead. "What?! Get out of my way. He's manipulating you."

She shook her head. "No. Henri, stop. Think about this. He will kill you. Just look at him." She paused as he did look at me, his face contorted in rage and disgust.

She continued. "This is not some boar or vermin that wandered into our home. He's some kind of devil. You are not his equal. I love you, but you aren't a warrior. He's too powerful. If you provoke him he will kill you... and then he will kill me. Us." She gestured to the daughter, who had collected herself enough to rise to a seated position on one hip, her face haunted. "Please, Henri."

The man was furious, but he couldn't get his wife to move out of his way. "He made me watch. Did you know that? That he made me watch him **** you and Lyla?"

She winced. "I'm sorry. That must have been awful. But as you can see, we are both unharmed, mostly." Both of them had traces of blood on their body from my barbs, but it was minor, all things considered. "Husband, please, put the axe down and we can talk about this."

He stared at me. I grinned back at him from behind his wife, still dripping cum from her pussy.

His daughter, Lyla apparently, climbed unsteadily to her feet and moved to my side, protecting me. "Father, it's no use. Please. Don't make him hurt me again."

He dropped to his knees, letting the axe fall from his fingers. He screamed in frustration and punched the floor, glaring at me. "I'll kill you for this, you monster."

I sat down on the floor and returned his gaze. Without a word to him, I grabbed his daughter by the waist and pulled her over my leg on her belly. One of my smooth tentacles snaked over her hips to enter her dripping cunt.

She moaned but remained still, blushing furiously at being fucked in front of her father. She trembled, smelling sharply of fear and humiliation, but she obeyed. Tamed.

I didn't pull my eyes from the man as I commanded his daughter. "Put your mouth on my cock, ****. Clean your master and earn a reward." I ordered, and she lowered her head submissively to drag her tongue along my cock. I rather liked the way her mouth felt, nibbling dutifully at my flesh.

The man's eyes narrowed, full of hate and ****, his fists so tight his knuckles turned white.

"Learn your place, human. They are mine now. Not yours." I grinned.

The wife, whose name I still hadn't learned, just looked back and forth between me and her husband, her face sad. Then she suddenly remembered her cooking and spun to it, sprinkling droplets of milk across half the room.

I'd probably have to kill him, I thought, still staring the man down as I pumped a thick tentacle into his daughter. Or petrify him. Lyla shuddered through an orgasm on my lap, moaning quietly around my dick, as more mixed fluids dribbled out of her. Pleasure was the reward for obedience.

A pity that he would die. He could have been useful for feeding and protecting my new mothers. I supposed I could just fuck him into submission like his women. There was an interesting thought. I wondered what sort of noises he would make if I **** him.

Maybe the women could keep him under control, but I didn't want to gamble on that. I could see the heat of his anger in his eyes. This one would not get over what I'd done.

I searched my being for skills and abilities I could try out next for this situation, and realized I had somehow gained enough experience to level up again.