Make Him Your

As you recover from your orgasm and regain your strength , you think of this elf and how he will provide a constant source of energy for you. You then decide not to let this one go, and keep him by your side.

You look into his eyes, your own eyes glowing a forest green, seeping into his, entrancing him, binding his mind and will to your whim, making him your ****.

"I am your Mistress now, Tyrael.. do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistrerss..." He said, his will already succumbing to you.

"Good... because you are now my ****.. follow me to my tree home." You lead him away.