Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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Author's note: if you've read the first one, you'll be able to see where this is going easier, but I like stories with big twists and surprise endings. Do you? Let me know in the comments.
Power corrupts? Ha. Power is all there is. When strong fighters are needed again, maidens will throw themselves at my feet, offering their mana and lives to me out of pure admiration. That was how the war was, and I wanted another. I was excited when I heard of one building against us.
Peace times make my brothers and I independent, competing fiercely for solo territory, but a common enemy brought us together in the largest gathering in two hundred years. When I arrived, a dozen had gathered, already discussing the problem heatedly. Breaking into a fight as I entered the firelight, I knocked down the demon that had been winning and gave them a moment to settle themselves.
"My brothers," I said. "Are we not here to come together?"
"I don't need anyone's help to kill her," insisted the demon still sitting where he fell. "This is ridiculous; it's more territory for the rest of us."
"And more territory still if I take your mana in an orgy of blood," I assured him. "What have you heard of this woman?"
"Well... her name is Bressalia."
"What else?" I asked. He knew nothing more, so I pointed to another.
"She travels with a centaur," said the demon.
"She's beautiful," said another. "I tortured that monk for hours, and he just kept screaming, 'she's beautiful she's beautiful'."
"She turns demons to elves," Galoviah muttered bitterly. "She did it to the Captain."
"I heard. How does she do it? Does anyone know?"
No one knew. Half of them were mere toddlers of demons, a few drains under their belt and thinking themselves big men, and they were all idiots. It suited my purpose perfectly. "The ways of the vile huntresses are mysterious," I said. "But I have absorbed the mana of more than one of them, and it is sweeter than you would believe. We cannot just kill Bressalia. She must be taken, broken and destroyed, as she did to our brothers!"
The demons cheered the idea.
"Everyone should get a taste of her mana."
"But what about order?" demanded Galoviah. "One of these idiots will kill her, so I insist I go first."
"Fine," I agreed. "I will go last, and finish her off, because I trust my brothers. This is a message we must send to all demon hunters."
They agreed again, an uproar raising to the dark forest that sent birds scattering from the trees, but soon the first fights broke out to determine the remaining order. I allowed it, enjoying the strength on display even if it was paltry compared to mine.
Galoviah sat next to me, shaking his head. "I hope there's more to your plan than rolling over every woman we encounter, burning villages on the way."
I chuckled gruffly. "None of that, this time. I know one more thing about the lady Bressalia." I paused for effect and told him with a smile, "I know her location."
Having chosen the site of the meeting based on her movements, once the order was decided and plan agreed upon, we set out. The darkest of nights, as this one was, were nothing to a demon's eyes. We are creatures of the darkness, but Bressalia would be blind, helpless, and as long as we could take the centaur unawares he posed no great threat. That was the first target, the three young demons lacking severely in stealth. They stomped from the forest as though hoping to wake him as an excuse to fight.
Galoviah took the vile woman by the throat as she came around with a start and hauled her close. Her breathing rapid, shallow, her eyes wide with panic, she remained quiet and listened to the struggle.
The centaur cried out in pain and rage as he was struck. His arms had been pinned and his legs trussed, but still they beat him, lost in bloodlust so they forgot the plan.
"Stop," I growled. "Stop, you fools! We need him alive. He will tell those bitches what happens to whore demon hunters who declare war on us. Leave him conscious so he can see everything."
The centaur laughed as they dropped him. "If you think such would break their spirits rather than stir fervor in them, you have severely underestimated your enemy. The huntresses will never stop chasing you. They will..."
I struck him hard in the chest, taking his breath. "Let them come," I said. "Gag him. He needs to see, but there's no need for us to listen to his driveling whinnies."
With him contained and silenced, the focus of the thirteen demons all became fixed on the woman. Tears washed her cheeks, but she didn't whimper or make a sound. She didn't move when Galoviah slipped one hand from holding tight to her arm to her breast. She didn't react at all when he kissed her neck, and then her mouth.
The younger demons laughed that she was already broken, but I had seen that demon hunters could control this reaction; it might be the result of resignation, or attempting to lay a trap. I also knew ways to break them out of it, but decided to let my pathetic underlings go on raping little more than a warm corpse; it was less likely that they would get carried away and kill the bitch before I could.
Galoviah pulled her cloak back, reaching into her bodice. He groped her left tit and licked her neck and cheek. "So sweet," he said, his voice a low rumble. He rolled her over, pushing her skirts up, but keeping his right arm wrapped around and on her breast.
As far as I know, Galoviah had never, outside of battle, taken a life not given to him; his view was that a maiden left alive was one he could draw strength from again. He got right to it, flipping his enormous cock out to the gasping amazement of the weaker demons. He pulled her up and into his lap, setting her down on the bulging organ and she slipped slowly down onto it.
"You can't fool me with that meditative catatonia bullshit," he growled. "I can feel the eager quivering of your cunt around me, squeezing me tight and begging for more." He pulled her down, thrusting into her with his full length. Still her face betrayed no emotion, her lips slightly parted and her eyes half-closed. "I can't make you want it, but I will damn sure make you enjoy it, make you cry out in pure animal ecstasy."
The mana obtained through Galoviah's tactics was no stronger, just cleaner and better tasting. He had always been insufferably picky. He began to rock her as he rolled his hips, reaching between her legs to stroke her. Though her face and eyes remained lifeless, her breath quickened. She released a little gasp. She began to move as well.
"You see?" Galoviah asked. "You have no control over your body when you're with me. Your body is mine, and will respond as I wish. Your pussy is getting hotter and wetter entirely through sensation, bypassing your mind and any objections it may have. Your body accepts this because it knows what it likes, even if you won't acknowledge it. your mana grows sweeter by the second."
The bitch moaned slightly as he drove his cock in deep, beginning to writhe on it.
"Yes, yes," Galoviah groaned. "So sweet, so pure... your pleasure fills me..."
