Yes, with company

You look down on the clearing. Dozens of Dragons have surrounded you're deserter. She's fighting as best she can, but her illusory barriers only slow their advance. Since it was ordered to capture her, your sword has **** but to defend Erin, lest she die in the battle.

"Between you and your sword, I can see why you'd go solo." A man in chain mail chrips, "Though, I think we'd both prefer a party."

"Looks like she found a knight in shining armor." Valerie chuckles at your expense.

You ignore her. This man, six-foot-two with a warm voice, he was indeed a knight. Specifically a chevalier, or horseman. They're rather fast and have a damage multiplier for the speed they're moving when they hit, but the heart of the class is the mount. Like druids, chevalier can permanently bond animals to their will. The difference is while druids can befriend numerous animals, chevalier only have one. On the other hand, druids have limits on what they can use and where (i.e. no bears in the city); chevalier are only limited by what they can get to carry their weight.

Thank you, Valerie, I'll take things from here. You release the bard from your hold. I don't think your king would be among this swarm You swing your arm around, driving your fingers into her temple. And I'd rather you didn't interfere. She derezzes before she hits the ground.

Given that Erin did get you out of your boss chamber, if unwillingly, you feel you should at least give her a chance. Erin, it's time to come back. Surrender now, and I'll overlook your treachery no response.

So be it. You march into the fray, walking over the dragons in your way. You can only guess what beauty the knight saw thanks to your haunting aura.

Erin groans and presses at her temples, "No, it's a trap, don't go near that monster."

Her words are useless against your persuasion. You open yourself for entry, and he eagerly steps inside. Let's see what you're working with.

Sir Quintin Lonesworth lv12, he bothered to write some backstory you don't bother reading. High attack, speed and charisma, low intelligence, wisdom and endurance. He's a bit of a glass cannon, relying of his speed and the reach of his lance to avoid hits.

Up until now, you would simply seize physical control of a host and go about your business, but as you've seen, your tactics don't inspire camaraderie. According to Valerie, this may be something you're simply not capable of.

But now, you have this knight, a charming dolt whose mind is putty in your aura. You decide to allow him physical control while you reform him into your puppet.

Although, it is difficult not to step in. Lonesworth is a decent combatant, but you are far more capable. You have to push the concept of sweep attacks to take on multiple enemies, and once you even bash his shield into a dragon on your own, followed by stabbing the bottom between the wings. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to notice.

He's too concerned with looking good for Erin. In his eyes, she seems like a charming wild child. It's outstanding how off the mark he's gotten from appearances, but she is limited to the clothes you picked up since entering the forest. You chuckle to yourself that the curves he's so enamoured by have only been there a day and haven't been appreciated.

You can work with this. First, you drive him further into lust for your former companion. The more he wants her, the less likely he'll accept her inevitable refusal. He glances to the girl for her reception of his heroics, but it's clear that whatever charm he might exert on the mage is countered by her distrust of you, perfect. You bat your host between desire and rejection, winding him into a teenager's tizzy before planting a simple thought.

I could mount her.

It's impossible, mounting a hero.

You're delighted that his objection is over the efficacy of the idea rather than any moral objection. You continue pushing him, dismissing every problem his feeble brain can identify with superior argument.

For her part, Erin tries to escape, but your sword keeps her close as the dragons' numbers thin as they lose troops to attacks and desertion.

"Well fought, mage!" Quintin cheers as the battle dies. "I dare say we make a fine team. Perhaps we could party together?"

Erin knows she's in danger, but she hasn't figured out your game, "Yeah, let's just focus on getting back to town for now."

That's a rejection

"I see, Could I at least have your name so we might converse on the way? Mine is Quintin."

"Okay, I'm Heather." Really, she's going to lie to you? You alter the knight's senses and insert her real name.

"Well met, Erin!" She stiffens as Lonesworth wraps his arm around her. Panic sets in as she scrambles away.

I don't think the charm's working. Time for plan B.

Erin tries to run, but Quintin is faster. It feels good to outpace someone for once. Erin screams as the knight forces her to the ground. He begins his attempts to tame the mage, petting her body to soothe her into accepting domination, but she's too mindful to fall to just that. You focus your aura on fixing that problem.

Erin, when has resisting me ever worked out for you? You worm your way into her mind, corroding her defenses. You need to get it through your head that you are mine. Whether you are my host, my steed or something lower still, you will always belong to me.

Quintin smiles as Erin's body starts to accept his touch. He move's her clothes out of the way and marvels at the size on display. Her venom-engorged nipples shiver in the open air seem to call for his touch, and he eagerly presses her breasts together and wraps his lips around both teats.

You wonder if breaking steeds is always this sexual. In any case, you continue working on her mind. Between her low level and your constantly depleting her will for about a day, Erin can't help but fall further into the cavalier's sway.

Quinting can't believe how well this is going. He's actually taming not just a hero, but a mage! As he tugs her hip-hugging shorts down her legs, he catches a whiff of her arousal. Her glistening sex makes it clear that Erin will be his.

Rather, she already is yours. You can feel her melt into your psychic grip. She no longer tries to resist, accepting all dominance as yours. While the game might claim she's Lonesworth's steed, she knows full well he is only meat under your control.

Erin takes is cock like it's your own. Quintin isn't prepared, and the mage quickly reverses their positions. She rides him hard and fast with frenzied desire to please you. The knight doesn't do well on the defensive, and it's clear he doesn't have the stamina to keep up with your toy. Annoyed by the weak flesh, you take control. It's not a strong-suit for you, but you get the general idea. You keep his hips bucking and you use your hand to stroke Erin's elongated clit. She throws her head back at the stimulation.

Some time later, a bedraggled Erin pants to you, "That's enough, Okay? The knight passed out already, and his dick's gone soft." She collapses on your chest, taking a moment to catch her breath. "You could just do that forever, couldn't you?"

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