This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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His Control
Chapter Two
Part Two
The battle was as rough and as bloody as anyone could have possibly have expected, although the goblins' lair had been trickier to infiltrate than even Daphne anticipated. She was coy and brash in her execution but the goblins simply did not have a fine art about them when it came to murder, their life and lies intertwining as they burrowed barely under the skin of the earth to make their lairs. A stockade blocked them in but the cave system beneath was weak and suspect to caving in, what they took of their lives above ground coming with shrewd looks and scampers, the beasts small and shrivelled, mostly going unclothed. They had no need for such things of modesty when the world bowed to their will each and every day.
At least, that was what they thought. They thought that they were invincible, that any of their number that they lost could be replenished, brought back through the next generation, their kind breeding quickly and furtively. Being smaller, they would have lived longer too if they did not anger so many around them into cutting down their population, their escapades and kidnappings being just what led them into needing to reproduce so quickly. In a way, it was sad to see such a race fall prey to greed and debauchery in exactly the opposite way that Eric had brought it all into the forefront of his life and the lives of those in his village.
Daphne, however, was extravagant and joyous in how she executed the mission, cutting through hordes of goblins as if she was a magical arrow let loose from a bow that had been drawn taut, waiting for its purpose. Her helmed head could be seen even from a distance, marked with the leadership symbols of her clan, and Eric had to focus to not lose himself in the mass of destruction, the goblins swarming and swirling around him, a green and brown, grey and tan, swathe of angry, squealing bodies.
They did not speak their language but Eric was able to control them, however briefly he needed to, sending them into the paths of the dwarves. In that way, he was able to ensure that both he and Asha stayed out of harm's way, although the soldiers of his village performed admirably too. There was little of note to him, however, when it came to the men fighting when he could otherwise be watching the pleasure of women using their bodies in ways that he had never before considered, Daphne's face contorted in battle delight as she cleaved in a goblin's skull and hustled on her way to her next victim.
There was no rest and there was to be no pause in the fight, although he had to respect the dwarves for how deadly they were. If not for his mind control and their inclination to not concern themselves in things unless they were paid, he would have worried that they would have been a threat to his village and his home, although he could still have easily have controlled their minds. The only true risk in that regard would have been bursting in through the doors of their minds and wiping them out in that manner, although it was not something indeed that Eric would have been all that concerned about if it had come to pass. His men, however, were a little more in awe, visibly so, than he as to how ferocious the dwarves were, easily cutting down swathes and swathes of goblins, moving lightning-quick and slamming them into the ground before they even had a chance to retaliate. Their fearsome nature truly came through in battle and the light droplets of blood touching Daphne's face only, strangely, made her all the more attractive to Eric, imagining the heat of her body, how hot and sweaty she had to be getting, power coursing through her from physical means alone.
Bragging a little magic, Asha assisted in the fight too, using her magic to open up ditches that merely swallowed the goblins up alive (for their crimes, it was a fate worthy of them), aiding the dwarves by sending them flying up into the air too, as light as a feather and yet raining steel down onto the goblins like deadly rain. There, seemingly, was nothing that could stop them, although Eric caught her eyeing him side-on more than once, looking at him out of the corner of her eye as if she was wondering if he was watching her, noting her own prowess. But Eric could never have possibly have set Asha aside regardless of what was going on, her love and passion shining through in the delicately deadly lines of her body. Her robe flowed around her and yet it still managed to shape her form, imply the outline of her breasts, allowing her a full range of movement and adequate protection, although she had declined any armour. The village, regardless, had not had any armour for women. That was something that he would have to rectify if he was, indeed, to continue keeping his people and her too safe.
The battle was as smooth as it could have been, almost frightfully so. The time it took was merely due to the flood of goblins, their grizzled faces contorted as they screamed in their languages, blistering and assaulting the eardrums of their foes with what simply had to be a stream of obscenities. They didn't know and they didn't need to know what was coming out of their mouths, casting them aside as Eric took their lives too as simply as one would snuff out a candle. In a way, it was frightfully easy with the massive fighting power of the dwarves to push him on to victory.
All in all, it could only be described as a massacre and it was only when the dwarves had delved down into the tunnels themselves and emerged covered in dirt with tired but satisfied expressions did they declare the mission to be complete. It was a hard graft, harder still than labouring in the fields, and Eric regarded them with new respect, though they were mere pawns in the palm of his hand now, tools to be used and ones that could go about their work with deadly precision in life and death.
He was glad he had them on his side.
Back in the village, for the in-between was but a blur of trudging steps and Asha trying to use her magic to relieve at least a little of their exhaustion, though that attempt was met with varying levels of goodwill and success. The dwarves wore their tiredness like a medal of honour, murmuring songs and tunes to one another as they paid reverence to a battle one, the lives sent to the afterlife and all the judgement that would rain down on them there. No longer were the goblins, at least in that rudimentary tribe, the problem of the living but they all had the powerful might of the dwarves to thank for that, the warrior women who had sent them back to whence they had come with no more than a passing glance for the lives they had led.
In the council chamber, the room could not have looked more different with the dwarves lined up in there, waiting on their reward, the payment that they had been promised. Of course, there had been no reason to take so much coin for their payment out onto the battlefield, even if it was a self-made battlefield, with them ruling the field. No, they collected their payment afterwards and, with all the power and muscle at their disposal, they had no reason to suspect, of course, that it would not be paid out.
It would be paid out...in a way.
"What in hellfire is this?"
Daphne scoffed at the paper and shoved it back across the table at Eric.
