Just enough.

I felt my mind grow clearer as I took her life-**** in, her energy. She had much more than the farmer's daughter, more than Nadia. She had nearly as much as Kali, and from that I judged the energy to be magic. That seemed to make the most sense to me.

"You won't try to fight me or hurt me." I said, exhausted despite the influx of energy. "You'll answer all my questions honestly."

Taming the little wolf bitch could come later, at leisure. The Witch had taken some time to loosen the shackles of my corruption, so I figured I had a good ten-to-twelve hours until she might become a problem. I took some more of her energy, leaving her with about a quarter, as my initial feeding burned away to heal me.

The blade wounds, the broken arm, the scratches, all healed without a trace, but I was disappointed to find that my fingers hadn't regrown. The knuckles had just grown over, leaving me with with only the thumb and the first pair. "So, dismemberment is the limit. That fucking sucks." I flexed the maimed hand and accepted the lost fingers as a price paid.

The wolf came out of the trance, and instantly her hand flew up to strike me. For a moment I thought she'd broken my compulsion, but the hand froze an inch from my face. The hand shook in place, yearning for action. I pulled out, blood and black cum spilling from her slit, and she grimaced in pain.

Then she let her hand fall, and went limp. She regarded me with a calm eye, as if she wasn't naked, bloody, and under my power. Then she gave wolfish smile and said, "Not a bad fight. It's been a been a while since I had a good scrap."

". . .You're a little fucked in the head." I said, aware of the irony. "What's your name?"

"Cuanne." She said, wiping the blood from her face. "Clever boy, there's something special about your blood; I thought your aim was just to blind me."

I was too tired to lie and, honestly, a part of me missed conversation. After so long with only myself for company, there was something good about speaking with this preternaturally calm woman. But, I realized after a second, Kali had proven that simple conversation could be used as a trap. I thought for a minute and then asked the only important question.

"Cuanne, who is Lochra?"

She froze, a degree of fear breaking through her icy calm. She mastered the fear quickly, but paled again as words were slow dragged from her. She fought against each utterance, and it was impressive, and I felt my erection return. She looked down at it, distaste and disgust clear in equal measure. "Lochra. . .is. . .my. . .woman."

"She is out, I assume?"

"Yes."

I clicked my tongue, realizing the mistake. "Where is she, and when do you expect her to return?"

"She went out. . ." Cuanne bit her lip, sweat beading on her forehead as she fought against the compulsion. I reached down and touched her pussy, slick with cum and other fluids, drawing a shudder from her. She tried to pull away, but her mind clearly regarded that as fighting back and she could only focus on one defiance at a time. I covered her body with my own, feeling a thrill at how I dwarfed her; she was truly tiny, it almost felt immoral fucking her. "To contain the fire. To knock down trees and stop it from spreading this way."

"And when do you expect her to return." I repeated, digging my fingers into her cunt. She grunted, putting her hands on my arms. She tired to push, but her mind could give no pressure to the action. I could see her muscles rippling with strain, her abdomen was so tight it looked more like a marble statue than skin. I pulled my fingers free, dripping with her juices and black cum, and traced the line of her stomach. "Soon? Was that the reason for your small talk? keep me busy, so that she could return and crack my head open?"

"Yes." Cuanne's pupil was a pinprick in her amber iris. "No. Complicated. I also wanted to congratulate you. You don't look like a warrior, but you beat me in this form. That is worthy of honor."

It was the truth, that was my order. That truth pleased me, and it filled me with a very old feeling, one I hadn't truly felt in years. It was also a trap, the same as the first. "Cuanne. When will Lochra return?"

Cuanne closed her eye and turned her head away, showing only the scarred ruin and the slightest smile. "You are no warrior, but you're certainly a talker. A planner. Will you try to **** her too?"

I felt her muscles relax, all of them, as she stopped fighting the compulsion.