To subjugate.

You realize right then what it is that the perverse whisper in the back of your mind wishes you to do and, as your hand hurtles towards the nymph's chest, you almost feel the desire to do what it urges. Almost.

At the last second, though, you feel a sudden sense of very human emotion. As you look down at the woman that you had just lost your virginity to, laying there so tired and helpless, you find that your noble knight's heart still holds sway over your actions. Despite the darkness that has touched your body and, perhaps, even your soul, you are still you, at your very core. You have to be for, if you were not, just what would you be?

This is the belief you hold onto that gives you the strength to redirect your hand and shift your fingers so that, instead of thrusting pointed fingertips into flesh, your hand instead grasps the naiad around the throat as you had during your moments of intimacy. She gasps out as she had before as the black steel makes contact with her bare flesh, the pleasurable sensation of the dark artifact touching her skin making her tremble all over again. Your hand closes upon the water nymph's throat firmly, but not tightly enough to **** breath from her...even though there is a dark urge within that tells you to do just that.

You felt it, a moment where something like a wave of anger and irritation came somehow from within and without at the same time. It seemed like whatever dark power that had begun to seep into your body did not approve of your action that spared life and still urged you to take lethal action towards the naiad. It pushed at you to close your hand around her throat and snap her neck like a twig. It urged you to wring the life out of her with your gauntleted hand and revel in the act. It pushed you to end the nymph's life...but you resisted. You resisted and you refused because...

"She is mine!", you all but growl out, speaking out loud in defiance of the dark influence that pushes at the back of your mind...and, as you speak those words out loud, you feel a tingle of energy run down your arm as the gauntlet glows with blood-red light.

That light grows in intensity and size as it seems to flow out from the dark artifact clasped upon you hand and engulf the naiad you hold in your grip, the energy surrounding her making her gasp out in pleasure and arch her hips upward as you see her body tense as though she were assaulted by another orgasm like the others you'd wracked her body with. As her back bows and her body arches, you feel a slow flow of energy move through you, seeping into your body almost gently like a drizzling rain falling upon your skin and sinking into you to leave behind a feeling of being energized and revitalized. After that, you are struck by a strange feeling of dual sensation, feeling like you are at once looking down at the nymph and looking up at yourself through her eyes at the same time and you have to shut your eyes against the dizzying sensation. The feeling fades quickly enough, though, and you are looking through only your own eyes once more when you open them again.

The crimson glow faded then and your right hand feels to be once again your own, despite being encased in the dark metal of the gauntlet. You pull your hand back slowly from the nymph's throat and, as you do, you see a glowing red brand of sorts encircling the nymph's throat. It looks like little more than a choker of coiled leather branded into her very skin, the red glow fading until it looks more like a tattoo than a brand.

As you marvel at that, you feel a strange tingling in your left hand and you look over at it only to gape with wide-eyes as you see a small symbol being etched into the back of your hand with a glow of blue light. The symbol left behind is little more than a single line that traces from the knuckle of your middle finger down to your wrist, but, as you concentrate upon it, it glows with that blue light and you see a corresponding glow of red light from the mark on the nymph's throat. As that happens, you feel an odd sensation flow through you, like energy being funneled into you and flowing down into you left hand. The energy collects in your left hand and the mark on the back of your hand glows intensely for a brief moment before, quite suddenly, water bursts out from your palm in a rush, spilling onto the ground as you are too shocked to cup your palm to try and collect it.

Was that...magic? Did you just use magic? Moreover, was that magic resulting from power borrowed from the naiad? It feels like that was the case and, as you look a the mark on the back of your hand and the mark on the nymph's throat, you realize that you well and truly have made her yours. That was the only explanation for it. You marked her, claimed her as yours, and that meant that her power (namely her influence over water) was now yours as well. Her power was now yours as well and you felt awed by that fact as you sit there and ponder what to do with this new information.