Warning: This is a very dark story containing many disturbing themes such as noncon, humiliation, degradation, corruption, sexual slavery, misogyny, sadomasochism and more. Do not read this story unless you are okay with extreme content relating to the listed themes.
I do not condone or endorse any of the activities described in this story. Sexual fantasies can be a fun and safe way to explore fetishes but always treat real people with respect. Fantasize responsibly. ^^
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Dread and Elaxia waited in Wreven's personal tent, posing as guards, and excitement twisted Dread's stomach into knots. Elaxia changed his face and form to resemble one of Wreven's men, and Elaxia herself had masked her appearance as a wild woman. Elaxia's illusion magic was rare and potent, and best of all, few knew of her true identity as the mindbreaker. She was an ace up Dread's sleeve.
Wreven and Dread had previously agreed upon a very specific plan of action. Tonight would be the first stage in Dread's mission to destroy everything King Anthony cared about, starting with his precious daughter.
A soft, arrogant voice reached Dread's ears from outside the tent and he knew the time had arrived. He fought down his euphoria and forced his face to a neutral expression. The princess burst into Wreven's tent wearing her gleaming silver breastplate over fine shirt and pants. Her shortsword was missing, however, and Dread guessed she'd been asked to hand over her weapons before entering.
"Princess," Wreven said, standing up from his lounging position on a mountain of pillows. "Welcome. Can I get you a drink?"
The princess paused, almost like she wanted to say no, but then she nodded. Elaxia made her very thirsty as had been prearranged.
"Water or wine?" Wreven asked. The big man's massive form hid his hands as he stood at a table containing various refreshments.
"Water," Princess Aelodi croaked. Her throat surely felt parched thanks to Elaxia's illusion magic. The naive princess paid no attention to Wreven. Instead, she looked at her feet, steeling her nerve. Dread knew the Barbarian King added a few drops of an illicit solution to her goblet but she was none the wiser. He turned and handed her the goblet in his right hand and the princess quickly drank down the contents.
Dread had asked Vice Criminal Goren to supply a potent aphrodisiac and the man had been only too happy to deliver. Having subjects within the underworld continued to prove exceptionally useful.
Elaxia made eye contact with Dread and he nodded. Time to cast another enchantment on the unaware and vulnerable princess. Elaxia's lips moved silently and Dread studied Aelodi closely. A golden web descended to settle over the crown of her thick, lovely blonde hair. The filaments of light dissolved as they settled. The princess moved stiffly and she thrust out her chest. Her hands moved unsteadily as if she were unsure where to place them. Her breath shallowed and a rosy glow colored her cheeks.
"Come, don't be nervous," Wreven boomed. He gestured at the blonde princess.
"Sit." Wreven made himself comfortable on the enormous pile of pillows, his massive hand patting a space at his side.
The princess walked unsteadily over and plopped down beside him. Dread had a good view of her face. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were glassy. Her hands desperately smoothed her pants.
She opened her mouth to speak but the words came out slightly slurred. "Respectable King Wreven, I am willing to offer almost anything to secure your support in this conflict."
A sheen of sweat coated her face and the thick blonde tresses at her temples were slightly damp. Her breath was ragged and rapid. The black market aphrodisiac and Elaxia's charm were taking swift effect.
"You look warm," Wreven said. His smile was too wide, almost like that of a predatory shark, and he leaned towards the slim, delicate princess. "Take your armor off Aelodi, you won't need it today."
Aelodi sighed and her hands twitched but she nodded and unclipped the straps of her breastplate, weakly setting it aside. The removal of the armor freed a view of her tempting breasts, her generous chest heaving with every breath. Each inhale and exhale strained the buttons of her fine shirt.
The princess's face shifted into a confused, vacant expression. Lifting a hand, she smoothed her bangs out of her eyes. "I feel strange," she said.
"It's likely nerves, princess. After all, you need my forces or your kingdom and city will surely be lost."
Aelodi grimaced, hackles rising, and she nodded while looking at Wreven. "You speak true." Her eyes narrowed. "That bastard Dread."
"I am willing to help, but like I said earlier, I'm not sure what I'm getting out of the arrangement," Wreven said. He leaned closer to Aelodi, a large hand resting on her shoulder. Aelodi started at the contact but then she relaxed and did nothing to remove his hand. Wreven's grin deepened.
"What can I do to assure your cooperation?" Aelodi asked. She turned glassy, honey brown eyes up at the Barbarian King.
"Well, you are a very attractive girl," Wreven said. He tucked a strand of light blonde hair behind Aelodi's ear and she trembled. "A night with you might be able to earn my help."
"A night with-- with me?" Aelodi said, confused.
"Yes," Wreven said. "Let me show you." The man's large hands reached out, gripped the fine shirt the princess wore, and he pulled hard, ripping it open. Buttons exploded outwards and bounced on the floor of the tent. Wreven's actions had exposed the princess's impressive cleavage. The mounds of her breasts were pushed up by an expensive brassiere.
"Oh," the princess said, shifting away from Wreven. "I'm not like that."
The flush in her cheeks deepened and her breasts jiggled as she drew intoxicated breath.
Wreven leaned towards her again, closing the space between them, and he snaked a large arm around the far side of her naked waist. The princess gasped, eyes fixed on Wreven's bare, muscle-bound chest. She explored his chiseled muscles with a quivering hand.
"I thought you were willing to do anything," he said in a soft voice. He used his other hand to trace her plump lips.
"I am," the princess said. She was staring into Wreven's face with a conflicted, aroused expression. The drugs and charm were working wonders and opening her up to possibilities she would normally find repulsive.
"Well, let us make love and my army will be yours," Wreven breathed. His lips were only inches from hers.
