The barbarian

You flip head over heels into a dive, angling yourself for an attack. Aiming the best you could, you rolled out of the dive carrying your momentum into the barbarian. Caught off guard, your attack knocks the woman of balance sending the both of you tumbling over the side of the bridge. You separate in midair, your wings flaring open slowing you before you hit the water. You watch as the barbarian returns her sword to her inventory before crashing into the roaring waters. A smart move on her part, the blade would only be a hindrance.
You follow her down the river. You wince as the waters whirl her around and slam her back first into a boulder. You can only guess at how many times she’d been scraped against a submerged object, or pulled under by the current. But finally the river calms, and she crawls out onto the bank. She stays there on all fours for a long time coughing up water. When she finishes and relaxes, you strike.
You slam down from above, forcing her to the dirt. With a roar she bucks against you, while her hands reach for the axes at her sides.
Enslave!
You both freeze, unable to move as you activate the ability. Glad you had done this without anyone else around, as you were both **** as your power worked your way into the barbarian’s mind. Suddenly you can both move again. You stand up and step back, watching the barbarian slump to the ground.
Slowly, she stands, rising to her full height, as tall as you. Turning she looks at you, an image of black fire etched across her brow. “I am Mirath, level 15 barbarian warrior. What do you wish of me, my Master?”
While elated by your success, you also realize the weak points of your new ability. Yes, you have a powerful ****. A critically injured, half drowned ****. And if you wanted to keep her, you needed to safely restore her health. Fortunately, you knew where you were and it wasn’t that far from the tower where you had taken the priestess.

You soon arrive at the tower, and show your “guest” inside.
“It isn’t much to look at I know.” You tell Mirath, “But it’s a place to spend the night.”
“I’ve slept in worse, Master.” Mirath replies, ”And I could be in worse company.” She winks at you. It seemed that your ability makes her act favorably towards you, not just obey your commands. You muse the ramifications for a moment, before you are interrupted by someone calling out from the cellar.
“Who is that?”
“The girl that knight brought you out here to find.” You lead her towards the cellar, “She kept me...company last night.”
The priestess in question was right where you left her, albeit cleaner. She was still naked, but had managed to get rid of your cum with the bucket of water you had left within reach. Feeling mischievous you send Mirath down first, telling her to act natural.
“Good evening, Lisa,“ Mirath purred as she descended the stairs, “What brings you here? And what happened to your clothes?”
“It’s not funny, Mirath.” Lisa whined. “This demon thing captured me, and hung me from the ceiling. And then he did, he did things to my mouth.”
“What kinds of things?” Mirath walked up to the imprisoned girl, careful to keep Lisa from getting a clear look at her forehead.
“Things with his, em, dangly bits.”
“His cock? So you finally lost one of your cherries?” You could hear the amusement in your slaves voice.
“It is not funny! My throat still hurts and I woke up still covered in his, his stuff.” You could hear the tears in her voice. “Please just let me go so we can get out of here.”
“I could do that.” Mirath said, “But I don’t think my master would approve.”
Taking your cue, you stomped down the stairs. Mirath smiled and walked to you seductively, before wrapping her arms around you. You return the gesture and kiss her tenderly, feeling your arousal growing as you put on a show for your captive. Mirath spins in your arms, pressing her ass against your cock as she addressed Lisa. “You see, I like my master oh so very much. I would hate to do anything he disapproved of.” You tilt your ****'s head to one side so you could nibble at her neck, while your other hand moves aside her loincloth, exposing her wet pussy to your captive’s eyes.