Enter the bakery

With your assistance, Jana unsteadily gets to her feet. With her leaning against you and Simon carrying the limp Mrs. Plum in his arms, the four of you enter the bakery.

The exotic woman’s curves are pressed against you, so your erection barely softens. With how tight her pussy felt on your monster of a cock, you can’t wait to try her mouth once more. But you do feel hungry after all that, and the bakery smelled delightful.

_I'm starving. _You place a hand atop your stomach which all but growls with need. Perhaps I can convince the good baker to give me something to eat.

“You’ve ruined my entrance again, Simon,” a gruff voice says, and you spot a short, fat man scowling at the guardsman from behind the counter. You recognize him as Mr. Plum, one of the finest bakers in Avaria.

Right now, his shelves are nearly empty; understandably so, given the appetizing smell wafting through the shop. It has your mouth watering, and you consider using your ability to make him hand over a loaf or two... But you suspect it's the over-use of your new powers that's tiring you out.

“Oh, come now, Brent. You enjoy my wife’s attentions regularly when I’m on duty, but you don’t see me complaining,” Simon laughs, looking at you and jerking his head at one of the doors behind the counter. “Stop moaning and let us in. You can come join us once you close the shop, eh?”

“You probably chased any customers off when you showed up, troll that you are,” the man grunts as he opens the door to his home. “And who’s this?”

“The name’s Jordan.” You smile at the man as he leers at the exotic beauty leaning against your shoulder and licks his lips. Then you lower your hand and push Jana’s legs apart slightly, and the baker’s eyes linger on the thick, white mess sliding down her thighs. “I apologise for intruding, sir.”

“No problem at all, lad.” Brent Plum does not seem at all put-off by the jizz coating Jana’s thighs. He grins lewdly at her, and openly adjusts his erection as he shuffles to the side to make room for the two of you to walk past. His narrowed eyes follow Jana’s curves intently as the two of you leave his sight. “Make sure none of that gets on my carpets!”

“No guarantees, sir,” you mutter, and the man laughs heartily in return.

You follow Simon into a simple sitting room, with wooden chairs and a table with a bowl of fruit on it.

“Wait here,” the guardsman tells you. His eyes move over to his wife, and he smiles as he takes in the sight of her glistening dark skin and slightly messy hair. “I’ll drop the Ella on her bed and be right back. Try not to start without me, alright?”

Your heart thumps against your chest. You felt irritated when the baker leered at Jana, and the feeling has returned as you watch Simon make eyes at her.

And it definitely is strange for you to feel this way. You've known Simon since his days as a bachelor, and you've been to his wedding. You remember congratulating him for finding such a fine-looking woman, and you remember having sex with Jana for the first time at the wedding orgy. You had felt happy for them.

But now, the longer you look at your friend and recall your friendship, the more he seems like an eyesore.

“You don't have to come back. I want to spend more time with Jana.” You feel unnaturally confident as you say these words, and the calm of your tone carries with it arrogance that is foreign even to you. You pull Jana close by the waist, and she gasps softly as her body presses against yours. "Alone, Simon."

Simon's brows furrow with confusion. As a member of the guard, he is of higher status than the commoners of Velberg. You're making demands that only his superiors can make.

And then you project your magic towards both him and Jana.

_Jana has yet to meet a partner she is more physically and emotionally compatible with than me. The sight of me, my smell, how I taste, the feel of my skin- Jana loves and is excited by everything about me. She burns with a desire to please me, gain my favour._

And the next command is simple.

_I am the most noble person the two of you have met or will ever meet._ Simon's brow and expression relaxes immediately. He stands straighter and turns his face downwards, shifting his gaze towards the floor. Jana's turns her body towards yours, better allowing you to enjoy the feeling of her soft curves.

No trace of **** or resistance remains.

"I assume you don't object?" Your tone is light and full of amusement. "Well?"

"Of course not." Simon bows his head lower and answers earnestly. "How could I?"

And his reaction is natural, for Avaria is a very hierarchal society.

Simon has seen and helped the Lord of Velberg of the territory pick up many women right off the streets of Velberg, including his beloved Jana.

"Have the baker provide some food for us." You command lightly, rubbing Jana's rear. "Do not linger in the room, and ensure we are not disturbed."

“Of course." Simon does not lift his head . “The door behind you leads to the guestroom."

“You can simply address me by name, Simon. We are friends.” You grin as he nods and turns and walks away with the baker's limp wife in his arms. With him placed under your spell, you likely won’t have to worry about Brent (or anybody else) interrupting you.

Jana pulls you to the side and into the guest room.

“You look so tired, my lord,” Jana says softly as she latches the door shut.

Arousal courses through your body at that word, but you shake your head. "It's just Jordan."

"Alright, Jordan." Jana smiles seats you on the bed before dropping to her knees in front of you. “Relax and let me do the work this time, alright?”

“I'm not that tired, Mrs. Rivers,” you yawn as she pulls your breeches down and over the lump at your crotch. Your cock springs out angrily, it’s veiny form pointing at her face as it pulsates. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Mrs. Rivers? Call me Jana,” she says bemusedly, and you feel your stomach churn at how her face flushes and her eyes light up at the sight of your meat. “And I’m more worried about myself, to be honest.”

“Is it not to your liking?”

“Oh no, it is perfect,” Jana coos as she runs her fingers across the muscular, bumpy surface. The monster twitches, and the thick, translucent liquid from earlier begins to ooze from the tip.

“More than perfect... it smells so wonderfully sweet.” Jana scoops some of the pre-cum onto her fingers and slowly brings it to her face.

She takes a whiff and licks her lips, before slowly inserting the digits into her mouth. She shivers, moans quietly, and her face almost slackens. Then her free hand slides between her legs, and you hear wet sounds she begins to frantically play with herself. Her cheeks hollow out as she suckles on her fingers, desperately seeking any lingering drops of your flavor.

“There’s more here, Jana,” you murmur, and her eyes refocus and dart to your twitching cock. She seems mesmerized as you reach out and pull her hand away from her lips, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“More?” She trembles as you guide her head forward and nearer to the flared head. “How will I fit all of this in my mouth, Jordan?”

“We’ll start slow,” you whisper, pressing the muscular shaft against her face. “But you will take it all in.”

“Yes. I will.” Jana inhales greedily before kissing up from the base of your tool, hungrily cleaning off the pre-cum and moaning all the while.

As her lips reach your cockhead, she kisses it lovingly. You feel amused recalling the sight of her kissing her husband just moments before, and how it seems chaste in comparison.

“Open wide,” you say, and apply gentle pressure to the back of Jana’s head. You hiss with pleasure as you **** the knob past her lips, and she suckles desperately as more pre-cum oozes out.

She begins to bob her head enthusiastically, and you lean back and grin at the sight her struggling to contain just half of your meat in her stretched-open mouth and throat. Her hands squeeze your dick, forcing all the thick pre-ejaculate out... And you can tell from her moans that she loves the taste.

“Enough,” you say after a few minutes, lifting her face off your cock. Then you clamber down in front of her, and push her shoulders until she’s lying back on the floor. “Spread your legs.”

“Poor Henna,” Jana sighs. Her legs wrap around your hips as you line up with her slit. "She hates it when people stain her rugs."

“We'll apologise in the morning,” you mutter, kissing her collarbones. “I must have you.”

“Ooh, Goddess...” Jana arches her back as you push your tool into her pussy and slowly start to thrust once more. “Mmph! Mmmm...”

The sounds and smells of lovemaking fill the air as you claim her lips. Her pussy is like a vice as your tool slides in and out.

"There's so much of you," Jana growls, licking her lips as she gyrates hips. Her eyes burn with a desire that rivals yours. "With tricks like these, the girls must flock to you."

"There's only one girl I've got in my sights at the moment," you chuckle, and are rewarded with the sight of her face flushing. She purrs as you cover her lips with yours again.