His Control Ch. 01 Pt. 02

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His Control

Chapter One

Part Two

She agreed with her master, of course, that revenge was to be had. It was not that he controlled her mind in that manner but her heart pulsed for it, driving and pounding like the thrust of his cock into her pussy. As much as it was hard to think about anything else when he was engaged into grinding into her hot sex over and over again, all for his pleasure, she could think of nothing more satisfying than taking revenge on those who had sought to abuse her good position in the elfish community. She was a warrior, an assassin, she was someone in high-standing in the world - and they had thought to use her for such a common goal, a crude goal? All had, of course, come to light after that initial sexual meeting of their souls, how Eric had thought to steal the relic and the priest had escalated it, all unduly, to an extreme level. It was an overreaction to someone like Eric at the best of times but did lead them both to wonder, at least a little, just what was so important about that relic that they wanted to protect it so.

If it was different, that was their quarrel to bear. Yet they would have their revenge on those who had sought to grind them down, use and abuse them, cast them aside from the living, breathing face of the world.

The abbot that Eric sought out was not far away, staying in the guest chambers of the priest, whose less than humble abode was attached to the church. Maybe, in the grand scheme of royalty and nobles in the world, it could have possibly have been considered humble and simple but it may as well have been a palace for how many worlds apart it was set from what Eric was used to. The stained glass had been placed carefully to give the stone building, set with ornate lantern holders, an air of lustful ignorance as to how the poor lived, despite how simply the priest seemed to be dressed. In hindsight, Eric could recognise the quality in the cloth he bore, especially when compared to his own. That comparison, however, would soon no longer be present in such a stark contrast.

The abbot travelled, although not far, overseeing a few monasteries and nunneries, although her sway extended further than the reach of her eyes. The priests were also managed, her feeding of information down through them what channelled the content of the often daily sermons, although it all seemed, at least to Eric, to be a rehash of all that had been said before. Her power, regardless, was absolute and only those higher than her in the standing of the church could really do anything to control her, all looking up to her for her eagle-eye and chilling demeanour.

She, however, was not a woman to be trifled with. Eric did not quite know how he could have forgotten that the abbot, the leader of the monks and nuns in that denomination of the church, was female but religion beyond what he was forced to attend had never much concerned him. His mind had been too simple back then, too easily distracted, and that was all well and good and understandable; he'd been a different man back then. But the woven rug and rich colours drew on a pang of longing in his heart, wanting to curl his toes into it and see just how different it was from a cold, haggard dirt floor.

Soon.

He would have to be patient.

Up the stone stairs, quietly, Asha leading the way. He copied her, walking slowly and lightly, shifting his weight as if he was afraid of floorboards creaking, which was also a very real threat once whey emerged onto the first-floor landing where the guest chambers, apparently, were located. It had been servants that they'd overhead talking about the abbot and when she took to bed and to prayer, though the little information that they'd gleaned had been more than enough. Truly, there was no threat to those in the church in their world, the threat of going to hell more than enough to stay the hand of many that could have otherwise have sought to steal and usurp, and the doors were not even to be found locked as they stole through the abode like mice down by the church pews.

Abbot Magrathe slumbered as if she was an angel, although one could have considered her to be a very dark kind of angel indeed. Even in sleep, she had her hands folded across her chest in prayer, tucked between her breasts, which were a little on the large side, it could be said. That, however, would require her clothes to be removed to truly tell, even as the effect of gravity lightly tugged them to either side of her body, unsupported even in her status. It was probably deemed something too garish and crude to support one's breasts when they were sleeping, although the light definition of her nipples showing through in the flickering lantern-light did draw his eye in the most delectable of fashions.

Reaching for his power, Eric exhaled slowly, trying to find it once more. It was a strange thing that he had played with in the days since everything had changed, hiding out with Asha in a rudimentary shelter in the forest that was, of course, much more homely than his little hut. He couldn't let the priest know, as yet, that he was still alive, not until he could control what had been so graciously gifted to him, what was now his to wield as he chose - or not, as it was.

It slipped through his fingers, clutching and squeezing through a busy mind, and he nipped at his lip, one of his teeth chipped from an accident as a boy. He thought it gave him character but he wouldn't have wanted to be gap-toothed. He wanted to be one of those men that the ladies couldn't keep their hands off, ladies like Asha. And Asha couldn't keep her hands off him, which was a good thing indeed as he had her working his cock day and night, seducing him and pleasing him, letting him build up his stamina more and more as he pounded her.

As if she knew what he was thinking, her hand crept down to the bulge in his only slightly better cut trousers (that had been a little something, at least, that she'd been able to assist with, her skills a little better than his in that regard), squeezing and groping. His bulge fit the shape of her palm perfectly even as the flesh down there hardened, rising to attention, though she whimpered softly, holding her breath, eyes shining in the darkness.

Then, and only then, did it come, the glimmering of power slipping out and teasing around Magrathe, whispering in through her ear, although it could not be seen by a mere human eye. No, that sort of power was something that only a demon could see and Malekor was surely watching from hell, the underworld boiling over beneath their feet, a driving force that fuelled every nuance of evil and debauchery in the world.

Asha eased her hand inside, up against his erection, and he fumbled, the woman on the bed stirring before them. Yet she was too deep in slumber to rise so easily, tossing and turning over on her side, heavy breasts spilling to the side of her evidently chubby form, grey hair fanned out around her head in a false halo.

"Slowly..." Asha breathed, so quietly that not even the sleeping could be disturbed. "You have to go slowly..."

How she knew was solely from what Eric had told her for he was the only master in training of mind control in the human realm at that time - at least, to his knowledge. Whether Malekor liked to sow his brand of chaos more widely or not was another question but not one that, indeed, Eric was like to get the answer to. Best not to worry too much about that one.

He had her, slowly and carefully, although it should have been more difficult than ever to concentrate with Asha's hand on his cock. It should have been something beyond what he felt able to do but it helped him along, sharpening his focus and fuelling his desire, drawing her with undue softness and gentleness into the folds of his control. Abbot Magrathe would be his and he could not help but smirk as he stood over her, fingers twitching, itching to finally take what he already deemed well enough to be his.

Her eyes opened, revealing blue irises, but she was already his, blinking and sitting up slowly while Asha giggled, stepping back. The warrior-elf was a force to be reckoned with, even in a giggle, her energy quivering to attention as if she could leap into action at a moment's notice.

"Oh..."

Shooting her a look, Eric quieted her without even moving, tying the mental knot of control and linking it to himself. There was no more that was needed or within his realm of knowledge at that point and he stepped back to survey his handiwork, the woman before him one who had ordered his death for no real reason at all. And just what punishment did a crime like that entail, he wondered?

His servant would be a start.

"Who are you?" Magrathe breathed, looking up at him as if he was a figure that she should have been praising. "Oh, heavens... My lord... My lord?"

She fumbled with her words, peering at him through the gloom, but she didn't have to think or worry when her mind was in such a frazzled state, her mentality coming to terms, however slowly, with the fact that thinking of her own free will was just something that she should no longer take for granted. She might know that he was in control of her, if he chose to abuse her in that way, or she might not: the delicious choice in that regard was entirely up to Eric, the puppet master of them all.

"Strip."

He needed only the one word to take her in hand, Magrathe blinking slowly and nodding as she got up, thickly slurring her words together as if she had partaken in the forbidden ales before going to bed.

"Yes... Yes... Yes, of course."

It was not her usual manner of speaking but that was fine as she would not need to be her strict and stern self, though it was not an act that she put on, simply how she was. She was chilly and above it all, knowing her position and ruling with due bluntness and ferocity, yet Eric could take her in hand, make her into something else. She swung her legs out of bed and stood even as she drew her nightdress up and over her head, insisting on tugging it up and over without even undoing the little buttons, so neat all in their line. Eric's lips pressed together into a thin, hard line. He'd never had buttons.

But that was not something that he needed to think about, shoving away the curdling of anger twisting up through his gut. Better to leave that for another time and simply enjoy the lust of her body being revealed, chubby folds rolling forth as her heaving breasts tugged down lightly under their own weight. Her undergarments, an underskirt that came down to her ankles, met the same fate, although Eric's eyes were no longer even on the jealousy in the well-made cloth and tight stitches. No, he could only see her full breasts as the nipples seemed to pull her breasts down, the taut peaks perking up in the cooler air of the bedchamber. They would not be very cold for long, however, as Eric spared himself a moment to ensure that they would not be disturbed, taking a chance and spreading his influence through the hallways, sending out a barrier that would keep the priest's mind from wandering and perhaps even hearing just what was going on in his guest quarters.

"You look lovely," Eric purred, his expression softening, heart pounding with lust for her. "And you're going to look even lovelier when you know what I've got planned for you..."

She chuckled lightly and tipped her head coyly as if she was a much younger woman, the sharp line of her chin devolving into the softness of her flesh.

"Oh... Oh, I am confident that I will, young man. And how handsome you are!"

He shivered. It was hard not to lean into what she wanted from him right then and there, the lust in her eyes shining through. Of course, that came from his mind control but he was a man with desires too - dark desires. They weren't possible to play out without the element of mind control in his hands to use and abuse as he desired but that ceased to matter as he reached for her, seeing every moment as if he was present in it and yet still detached, fingers closing on her breasts, kneading and massaging. Although he'd had his fun with Asha, of course, he had needs still to fulfil and an older woman, one with greying hair and a body that had seen the weight of the years and wisdom... Why, that was something that stirred up so very much in him that he could barely control himself, cock plumping up thick and full and hard.

Groaning, Eric did not even have to tell Asha to disrobe him, freeing his erection instantly as her hands did the work for him. Anything for him, her human lord, the one she loved, the one she adored above all else. She needed him and yet his lust was to be taken in the realm of revenge and she watched with bated breath as her muscled god stepped forward and cracked his knuckles, face soft and yet that boyish smirk still tugging at his lips as if he could not quite banish his evident enjoyment of it.

But he was meant to enjoy it, yes, it was meant to make him happy. Was that not the most important thing for him, her king and her love? Smiling, Eric brushed her head lightly with his fingertips and she sweetly leaned into his touch, letting her kneel on the rug while he took his liberties with the one who had sent Asha to have him killed.

Revenge would be sweeter than what she had planned for him.

"Very good..." Eric said softly, knowing that the power in his voice came through regardless of how loud or not his voice was. "Now, stand by that chair, that one over there."

Nodding, he gestured to the only chair in the room - the one before the dressing table, which was a luxury afforded only to those with the coin to waste on appearances. She did not seem a woman that took liberties with her appearance in terms of rouge and shades but Eric was more interested in the folds of skin layering her body, her curves holding even with age, the shape of her something that he wanted to run his hands over repeatedly, just to memorise the feel of her. And her on the chair was just what he needed, touching her mind again just so that she would slip into a trance, ignoring them as she took up position, staring blankly around the room as if there was something else there that was supposed to catch her attention.

"What?" She murmured, eyes falling downcast. "Who's there? Is someone listening to me?"

Eric chuckled and seated himself in the chair that he had bid her to stand beside, moving like a ghost for how her eyes washed by him, flitting and darting and yet simply not appearing to lock onto him. Even Asha now bypassed her notice as she fell invisible to the woman who could have made or broken her life, her family, barely able to keep herself still as she shifted her weight constantly, guarding Eric with one eye on Magrathe and one eye on the door.

"Come here, Magrathe," Eric said softly, spreading his knees slightly apart, though his cock sprung up hard already, searching for its target. "Seat yourself here. You are tired, are you not?"

She did not hear him - well, not in any way that she could have responded to with sensible and rational conversation - but moved all the same, muttering under her breath what she needed, that her legs were tired, that she ached for it, that she wanted a rest, something throbbing up with desire deep inside her. They were not words that would have readily dropped to her lips under any other circumstances but the teasing influence on her mind made it easier and easier to moan and tremble, supporting herself on the dressing table as she lowered herself on, some part of her controlled mind knowing just what she was destined to do.

Her pussy brushed his cock and she gasped, head falling back as her cunny took him deep, swallowing him up. What she didn't know as she was filled that it was his hands on her hips that guided her down straight onto his rampant length, the fat shaft spreading her open and sinking deep. Eric's cock ploughed up into her as if it was meant to be there and she could not have risen off it if she'd tried, wriggling and squirming on his cock, her thick thighs warming his, although hers were smoother than his with the brushings of her age to soften her skin. Why, she'd even taken what seemed to be a man's razor blade to her legs, which was kinky enough to excite him, her smoothly hairless legs making him want to know more, see more - even though her cunt, of course, was modestly haired with a light curling of grey. Somehow, that managed to make her seem even more ardently distinguished than she already was.

Ah, Magrathe was so much more than she pretended to be and he was there to tease out every last one of her secrets, what she'd hidden, what she got up to. There was no sense of holiness in her life, he was sure of that, regardless of what she preached, but maybe that was just why he'd been smart enough to stay away from that particular brand of church and praise to begin with. Maybe Asha and her elfin community had something more going for them, true gods to take their leave and precedence over the land, looking over their charges scampering about below them? It would be interesting, he thought, to meet a god, for his time with a demon had most certainly had an interesting end as Magrathe rode him to a whispered command, rising and falling on his cock as if it was the last dick she would ever have the grace to grind up within her.

She rose and fell on him, her pussy squeezing and rippling around him, body beyond her control. Had it ever truly been within her control? Exhilaration pulsed through her with every beat of her heart, her pussy easily taking that hot length, although her mind just couldn't quite catch up to where it had come from. Something filled her, a man, she was sure, but there was no one there, just a sense that she was being taken care of, claimed, seduced and lusted for. And, sometimes, that was all that a woman like her needed as his cock burrowed up deep within her, even kissing the sweet barrier of her cervix and betraying that he truly could go no deeper than he already was.

Asha watched lustfully, head lowered a little for a better view and angle, although she wished too that she was in the position of the woman who had changed her life so much. Of course, she didn't quite know how Magrathe had changed her life - that much was wiped from her mind - but she knew that she was pivotal and relished in her debasement, the humiliation of her being controlled, in Eric's hands where she belonged. Never again would she threaten anyone and the world would be better for it, the medicine that she needed in her hands and her family safe. Yet she wanted his cock too and licked her lips, a tease of saliva gleaming at the corner of her mouth as she avidly watched Eric nuzzled Magrathe's hair, the older woman's lips parting in a moan that, right then, was unheard.

"Tell me your secrets..." Eric whispered, lips pressed up close to her ear. "All of them... The dirtiest, kinkiest things you have done, your sins. It is time to confess Abbot Magrathe, for none of this will come to pass in the sins of darkness anymore."

"Ohhh..."

His cock rammed into her, feet pressed down into the floor, driving up hard.

"Speak!"

"Ohhh..." It was hard for the words to come to Magrathe's lips, wet as she licked them over and over again, though she could not have said what bid her to do it. "There are... There are..."

She didn't want to say and yet she had to say, that filling grinding and pounding, seducing her so sexily.

"The priest," she breathed at last, forcing the words out from tight lungs. "I... I fucked the priest!"