Aftermath.

The rest of that meeting was brief. The Hero made a small list of tasks he expected me to do for him. "These and these only. Nothing else will work." He didn't include any kind of deadline, but I was sure he meant for them to be done quickly. Before leaving, he pulled me into a kiss. To remind me of my place, probably. My entire body stiffened as he kissed me. I wanted nothing to do with him, but more than that I was afraid of defying him, so I parted my lips and let him invade my mouth. I hated that he'd cowed me so easily, but what could I do?

And then he just left.

The metallic clack of the latch still echoed throughout the chamber as I fell to my knees and sobbed. My mind was reeling from all that had happened. It all happened so quickly, my mind and body hadn't fully processed all of it. I still felt sick in my very soul, where his alien mana lurked. I knew it was his mana in me that let him control me so easily. It had to be. I formed a powerful spell in my mind to burn the mana away. But the mana didn't move to obey me. When I reached for it, I felt the psychic equivalent of cutting my hand on a sharp rock and recoiled. The Hero had said the magic here was different. I hadn't considered that the very mana would be different as well.

So I couldn't use his mana for magic, and he had my mana. Taken it like a prize from his whore. I screamed in frustration and was surprised to hear my voice suddenly very loud. I nearly covered my ears.

The door to the library opened and one of the maids stuck her head in. She was carrying a basket of things for polishing. Probably working in the hallway outside the door. "Is... everything okay in here? I heard a scream. I saw the Hero in the hall a moment ago. Should I fetch him?" She saw me on the floor, books and papers in a mess around me.

The Hero. I needed to warn the kingdom. He was no hero. I stood up to face the maid, ready to send her for the guards. "No, everything is fine. I just had a small mishap with a spell and it gave me a fright. Thank you for your concern."

"Are you sure? You look like you've been crying." She took another step forward, her concern plain on her face.

"GO AWAY!" I snapped at the woman, tired of arguing and wanting to feel a shred of control over my own life again.

The maid curtseyed and hurriedly backed out through the door. I was left alone again, staring at the closed door in horrified unbelief. Had I just lied because the Hero could somehow **** me to, or had I done that myself? I honestly wasn't sure, myself. In my heart I knew that the guards would all die facing the Hero. The castle was not prepared to deal with a man like that. Maybe Anfony, working with some of the other exceptional people in the castle. The battlemaster, perhaps. But it would have to all be done very carefully, and there was no way to know who else might be working for him at this point. If I said the wrong thing to the wrong person...

I wrapped my arms around myself. There was nothing I could do. I felt dirty. Alone. Weak. Trapped.

My pussy ached and I was reminded that my body was still full of his fluids. Before anything else, I was going to wash my body. I didn't care what he did to me; I deserved that much. Picking up the tome of dark magic, I carefully tucked the Hero's list between the pages and re-shelved the book. I didn't want anyone to find out I was meddling in things like that. Anfony would have my hide if he knew. I almost wanted him to find out. Could he save me from the Hero? Probably not. Not while my entire store of mana was a hostage.

No, for now I was trapped in the role of ****.

I pulled open the door to the hallway and headed for the baths. I had to be a **** to a monster, but I didn't have to be filthy. He'd taken my body and my soul, but I still had my pride. I was determined not to let his influence show as I passed people in the halls. I made myself smile and greet them all pleasantly, straining to keep from dribbling cum as I walked.