Take their stuff, take his life, take her.

"Mistress," the woman, Hunypop149, calls to you plaintively. You turn to see her struggling to pull his tunic off, his deadweight more than she can maneuver. You start to frown; then a sadistic smile creeps across your face.

"What is it, my pet? Don't you want your reward?" You brandish your whip noticeably, causing her to cringe.

"I do, Mistress! But I can't... he's-!"

"Oh dear, those don't sound like the words of a good girl."

"No, mistress! Please! I want to be a good girl! I'll be your good little pet!"

Perfect. "Oh, very well. A mistress should take care of her good little pet." You strut to the girl, letting your hips sway alluringly, savoring the way she stares at your body. With your help, the man is soon stripped down to nothing. Eyeing his body, he actually has a nice, firm butt you would love to put to good use. You reach down with one hand and give it a firm squeeze, then a hard slap. He doesn't so much as blink. Apparently that paralysis shut off his nerves, too. A pity. For now you pull all his equipment aside to look through later. You gather up the woman's leather outfit, as well, and add it to the pile. It's a pity you can't dig into his inventory. Hers, on the other hand, will be handed over whenever you feel like it.

"Kneel," you command your pet. She kneels in front of you, staring up at you expectantly. Those big, green eyes, watering from the burning need in her body to be dominated by you...Your shaft grows hard and pushes your loincloth aside. Her eyes go wide and she watches it hungrily, her pupils following every twitch and jump. "I think it's time to give my good girl her reward. Come."

She needs no further instruction. The rogue dives onto your cock, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat without hesitation. The sudden invasion makes her gag, and she has to draw back until she's breathing again, but she rapidly pushes forward once more. Down to the base, back again to just the head, her tongue tracing every vein it feels as her head bobs--your penis basks in the feeling of her warm mouth, and you bask in the heady rush of dominating another hero. One that respects your dick's size.

The memory of the Bard, bound by the rope and screaming beneath your whip, flashes across your mind. The way her ass jiggled with each strike, or her breasts jerked...

Without warning you're cumming down the rogue's throat. She moans--in surprise or pleasure, you can't tell. Probably both. She sucks greedily on your member until every last spurt is wrung out. She makes as though she would keep going, but you withdraw from the moist confines of her mouth. "Hang on, precious; I need to deal with this one first."

She whimpers, but remains where she is as you saunter over to the still-prone...ranger? Rogue? Well, whatever his class was, he's as good as an XP chest now. You could kill him fast, or slow, or...

"Say, pet. Which of you is carrying the... 'hacked scrolls' of turn-undead?"

"We each have one, Mistress."

"Show me. Bring everything out of your inventory."

She obediently empties everything she had. Finally she draws out a black scroll and hands it to you. "This is it, Mistress. It can delete an undead's existence."

"Would it work on a person?" you ask. You can see a moment of panic flicker in the man's eyes, then give way to confidence.

"No, mistress; it doesn't work on the living. Only the unliving."

"Is that so..." you sigh in disappointment. He's still hiding one of these; that means Dwight isn't safe yet. "Well, might as well try, right?" You open the scroll and read it out. The parchment glows ominously, the same violet glow appearing around the paralyzed hero. Then it disappears--and so does his left arm.

"What just-?" you exclaim in surprise.

"Ah, one of his hacks, mistress. In trying to cheat and have extra resistances, that arm became classified as undead."

You grin down at him. "Oh dear. I guess this is what happens when you try to hack life: life hacks you. Or your arm. Off." You still can't get that scroll out of him, but this is enough to satisfy you. Well, this...and the XP. "I'd love to have you stick around and play, but you don't seem all that fun right now. Maybe next time! I'm sure I won't be able to miss 'The One-armed Hero.'" You draw your knife and cut his life off. The body disappears--cute butt and all.

"Now that that's taken care of, let's have our fun, shall we?" you say, turning back to the rogue.

She all but tackles you, taking that as confirmation she can go again. Her face is pressed into your groin, kissing and licking everything she can get her face on. In only moments her face is beneath your dick, lips wrapped around your snatch, tongue pressing against your entrance. "Whoa, whoa! Let's not-!" you try to say, but with a firm push her tongue goes inside.

It's new. It's unexpected. It's utterly amazing. Is this what it feels like for girls? You can feel your body being opened up, having something foreign filling you, and what must be thousands of over-sensitive nerves being assaulted at the same time. As her tongue dances through your folds, light fireworks fire off in your head. Soon you're panting. Your knees shake. You can feel a climax unlike any you've ever felt before building. As it peaks, you scream out to your pet, even as you drown her in your girlcum.

Your penis doesn't climax. It strains, it jerks, it wobbles. After all that, it begs for release. Pulling your hips away, you push you pet down, drop to your knees behind her, and ram into her dripping pussy full ****. She screams as her insides are suddenly stuffed, pure ecstasy in her voice. It only drives you to fuck her harder. Deeper. You're the dom, she's your ****. She'll take anything you give her, and thank you for the privilege. That feeling of dominance overlaps with the hot, wet squeezing of her folds on your dick, driving you up to a powerful ejaculation. Thrusting as deep as you can, you release it. Streams of potent succubus cum crash against the rogue's womb, painting her insides white.

Your vision goes black for a moment. Beneath you, you can feel the rogue's entire body trembling in a drawn-out climax. This. This is you dominating one of the heroes you despise. The feeling of power is so arousing you start thrusting once more. The rogue moans beneath you, her pussy clamping down on your member as it resumes rubbing every sensitive fold.

Then a loud shout interrupts. You look up to see Dwight charging into the clearing, Ana screaming from his shoulder.

"Let her go! Don't hurt... Shelia..."

Her eyes stretch wide as saucers when she sees you mounted on the rogue. Her entire face turns crimson and she covers her eyes. Dwight slows and comes to a stop, his face as expressionless as the dead (pun totally intended).

"Ah, hi Ana! I got rid of one scroll; the guy still has the other one though. He won't be able to catch up now, though," you tell her cheerfully, resuming your rutting.

"Ah, good, um, ah-" she stammers. You aren't throwing any lifelines here; that innocent reaction is too adorable. Hasn't she done this with her knight yet? "Do you, um, mind?" she finally asks.

"Not at all. Feel free to watch," you answer. That wasn't what she was asking and you know it.

"Er, no, I-" Something finally peaks and she blurts it out. "Please stop **** her!"

"This isn't ****. This is a reward. Isn't that right, my little pet?"

"Yes, Mistress!" she gasps as you give a particularly sharp thrust.

"See? My dear little sub-" you start to tell Ana.

"OH gods who's yOOOur sub? I'm gonnAAAA kill you, you NNNNNG!"

Uh-oh. Mental note: status conditions have time limits. Not very long ones, either. But then that Bard-

"Take it NNNNOOOUT!"

Better sort that out later. You were hilted in a now unsubmissive heroine, who wanted to kill you but couldn't as long as you were keeping her pussy stimulated. That made it a pretty simple no-brainer on the request. "No." You look back up at Ana. "Okay, now it's ****. Sorry about this." Taking a deep breath, you start slamming your hips into the rogue like a jackhammer.

She squeals, curses, moans, threatens; finally as you're on the verge of losing it yourself, you feel her body pussy tense up. A powerful orgasm rushes over her, knocking the breath out of her. Unfortunately, having her suddenly clamp down pulls you into a climax as well, releasing a fresh load of semen into her stomach. The sudden heat sends her one last jolt at the end of her climax, then she collapses to the ground. You fall over her, panting hard, but hold yourself up on one hand.

"Phew. Just gotta... finish this then..." you breath aloud. Ana looks down in concern as you pull out your knife.

"Wait!" she calls before you can finish the rogue off. You both look up at her in surprise. "You're just going to kill her? After that?"

The two of you exchange a look. "Um, yeah?" you answer. Apparently it was the wrong answer.

"NO! You... You were... That's being lovers! You can't..."

You stare open-mouthed at the young maiden. "Just to be sure, you're telling me I shouldn't kill the person who was trying to delete your boyfriend from existence."

"Um, well... I mean... It's not like she's dangerous anymore, right?"

You look down again--the precious XP you could be garnishing!--then back up at this sweet, naive little girl. Finally you give an exasperated sigh and struggle to your feet. "Alright. I'm still taking all her stuff, though." You quickly grab the bag she left on the ground and throw everything into it, then lock it as your inventory. It disappears into the void, only yours to access.

Ana sighs with visible relief. Huny slowly sits up, her legs still weak. "You," she states, locking her eyes on Ana. "After all we've done--after all I've done to you. You'd stop her from killing me once? A kill isn't much you know--not compared to the gear I'm losing."

Ana turns her face down timidly, but then she looks up again. There's a fire in her eyes neither of you expected. "It's wrong to kill a lover. And that...was being lovers. Either love or kill, but not both."

That didn't make a lick of sense. But she seems determined about it, so you don't say anything.

Huny locks stares with her, but in the end backs down first. She lets out a snort. "Fine. Dick can afford a new horse; it'll take him another fifteen minutes at best to reach here. If you're gonna go, go."

Ana's eyes widen in surprise, but she nods. Soon she and Dwight disappear into the forest, leaving you with the nude rogue.

"Gonna kill me now?" she asks calmly.

"Nah. Don't really feel like it," you answer off-hand.

Huny snorts--you're starting to think that's her version of laughing. "She's quite a girl, isn't she."

"Ana?"

"Yeah. First was that undead; then it was you. Hell, even I'm catching it now."

"Catching what?"

She locks eyes with you. "Sympathy."

You both fall silent for awhile. Then you ask, "How do you know her?"

Her eyes gloss over, like they're looking into the distant past. "Hometown. Everyone knew her. Not in a good way. You?"

"Just met her. They stick out in this forest."

Silence falls again. Finally Huny climbs to her feet. "Well, I might as well start back. I'm gonna need to visit the bank, then buy some clothes and gear."

"Will you be okay?"

Again, she snorts. "Walking into a town of horny heroes, butt-naked and dripping cum? If I don't end up in the center of a gangbang it'll be a Thanksgiving miracle. If the guys catch me like this, I'll probably be turned into what she was. What else can I do, though? Gotta go back sometime."

"Here," you say, tossing her the leather pants. She looks at you in surprise. "Just your breasts should be fine. Besides, those pants wouldn't fit me anyway. Too tight in the front. And... Take one of your knives, too. So you'll be safe heading back."

She doesn't know what to say. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, then a contemplative look comes over her. She slips into the tight pants (Archfiends, that ass still looks amazing, even covered), then accepts the dagger you hand her.

The two of you start looking around to see if you can find the horses. It doesn't take long. Not far back the way the came, the horses had stopped and... Well, Lust Whip never specified it only worked on heroes, did it? They were bedded down happily with each other now, a new colt growing in the mare's belly. Huny just snorted. "Guess I'm not riding a horse back."

The thunder of approaching hooves reached your ears. "I'm not so sure about that," you tell her with a sly smile. She looks at you confused, then hears it, too. You can see her weighing the decision in her mind; then she grins.

"You just might be right," she answers.