UPGRADE: Collared

Without a doubt my biggest asset at the moment was Elizabeth, which meant my greatest gift so far had been the collar from Steelowyn.

“Steelowyn’s collar.” I said softly, “upgrade that.”

“Certainly.” The demon snapped his fingers.

**** Collar: Bellowyn will produce a **** collar to place around Elizabeth's neck. Elizabeth will have a ****-like obedience to The Prophet, so long as she is wearing this collar.

UPGRADE!

Collar Envy - Elizabeth’s Collar no longer garners negative attention. People who see the collar will think it stylish and cute. If an individual has been corrupted they’ll find themselves longing to be collard themselves with an intensity equal to their corruption score.

That would work.

How wonderful!

Can’t you just see me before my army, my warrior **** next to me, all my minions longing to enjoy the same service to me that she does. Or hey! Maybe I’ll spruce the brute up, send her into high society! The ladies there will think it quite the fashion statement. How long before it catches on and the whole capital is unknowingly collaring themselves for me?

“Thank you Herr’aldeen.” I say with a bow. “You may be lesser amongst her children but you have brought me great boons, and powers today.”

He smiles and shoots me a finger gun. “We’ll meet again soon, Mortal, until then.”

With a surge of light and sensation I’m back on the cart, Elizabeth is out front leading the horse through the night and all is well in the world.

When we return to the shack Cyrus is waiting for us. I inform him that we have food for the prisoners.

“No need.” He says, then gestures to the fire pit where a rabbit sits stripped and coking. “Already made them a rabbit and potato soup, threw in a few leeks, so they should be fine.”

Elizabeth just looks at me and shrugs, the scoops herself a bowl and sits down.

“Here.” I toss Cyrus his shield. “I decided to let you keep it.”

He gasp, tears filling my eyes. “Really boss, you mean it?” He sniffles. “You’re the best overlord a goblin could ask for!”

“Ugh.” I roll my eyes, and head to the cart.

I put the horse up and unload the cart.

I’ve got some thinking to do.

So think I do.

I’m in an immensely more powerful position than just a week ago. No more monsters, no more adventures, and a full suite of powers.

My vulnerabilities are money, the prisoners, and Melli.

I think I’ll take care of the money problem tomorrow. It’s about time Daliah comes over to me. She’ll be useful as an assistant or as a spigot for producing me more potion. Either way she would serve.

Celeste was proving so dangerous I didn’t even want to risk having a spy. One slip of truth serum in Daliah’s tea and my plot could come unraveled.

Yes.

The new plan was to poach Daliah and try to stay on Celeste’s good side. You didn’t want to be enemies with a woman who could reverse ****.

The prisoners were another story. Far too dangerous to let go…

I think I’ll give them the option to convert. If the let Bellowyn brand them maybe I can get more points, to use on another upgrade.

If they don’t, I’m thinking being test subjects for my alchemical experiments is a worthy use of heathens.

Then there’s Melli.

Melli Melli Melli.

There was no cure for that, only patience and a bit of luck. She hadn’t fallen as easy as I thought she would. She struck me as rather shy and modest when we first met. It was a pleasure to discover her power hungry side, but it makes me worry.

If she does betray me there’s no helping it. She’s beyond my reach and knows exactly where to find me…

I worry too much.

I’m her golden ticket, she wouldn’t rush that, wouldn’t rush me for something as petty as justice.

I look back to Elizabeth, her collar gleaming in the moon light. I didn’t need an upgrade to find that attractive.

I worry too much I thought.

I sat down, throwing my legs around her sides. She made an annoyed sound before I reached around and started squeezing her breasts.

Cyrus blushes. “I’ll ugh, go check on the prisoners!” He skitters away.

“Just you and me.” I purr.

She groans and elbows me in the rip, not enough to hurt.

“Did you see Melli admiring your collar. I think she was jealous.”

“Yeah right.” She grunts, gritting her teeth like my touch is a **** for her to withstand.

“I’m serious.” I say. “Look for it next time you see her, you’ll see it.” I massage her breasts a little more, the perfect orbs make such good stress toys. “You know when I gave you these breasts, they were supposed to lactate.”

Elizabeth gasps in shock. “That gross.” The paused. “Oh no.” She whimpers. “What did you do?”

“What?”

She lets out a slow whine. “They feel hot…” another gasp, and I suddenly feel a dampness through Elizabeth’s shirt.

“Oh there we go!” I kiss her neck, and keep on massaging her tits, my palms and fingers getting more and more wet as milk seeps through, and leaks down her chest.

“Mmmm.” She hums to herself, not a moan. She’s not drunk enough for that, she’d never let herself. But it is a small admission of pleasure.

“You know if you don’t like being my sword you don’t have to.” I tell her.

“You’ll free me?” She whispers.

“No.” I say kissing her neck some more. “But there is a life for you in the dungeon as a simple breeding cow.” I say with mock sweetness. “I’ll milk you everyday like this, and you can go back to being a goblin factory. I’ll even keep you hook on lust potions so you’re nice and dumb. No more fighting, or resisting, just bliss from fufilling your role in the cult.”

There was a long pause after that. In fact I thought she was chirping to ignore me. But after a few long seconds she spat. “You’re disgusting” Elizabeth +2 Cp (53 corruption) 150 total.

“Hmm.” I say. “Then you want to keep fighting for me?” I ask.

“I’ll be your sword.” She agrees.

“Good, then I’ll let you chose. Should I fuck you like a woman, or keep milking you like a cow.”

She blushes so furiously I can feel the heat in her skin. She’s pink even from behind. Though she doesn’t say anything. She only holds my hands and presses them into her leaking breasts. **Elizabeth +2 Cp (55 corruption) 152 total.**