In the beaten-down tavern known as the Holy Word, a long struggle of wills at last began to come to a close.
Belkir stood over the kneeling woman. Once, she'd had a name, not that he'd ever bothered to learn it. Now, to him and all, she was just another whore: property of the Chosen Commander. And his entire army, of course.
As she strained to reach his throbbing cock with her plush lips, he gave a wide smirk. Her long golden hair was slick with sweat as, below, the tentacles raged in her pussy. Those were what had reduced her to this mindlessly horny state.
Every woman was just a slut in denial, Belkir knew. He'd always known this, ever since his father's murder fifteen years ago, and the Chosen Commander had only reaffirmed his belief. This particular woman, for instance, had just fifteen minutes ago been a devout spy for the so-called Living Goddess. Just a few minutes with the Chosen Commander had...
cured
her of that delusion. The Commander had left Belkir to finish the job.
This whore needed to be owned. Taught her place.
He dangled his cock inches from her mouth. "You want this?"
She let out a hoarse moan, but the two soldiers behind her had her arms held fast. Try as she might, she couldn't quite reach. He let out a gleeful giggle. Once he let her wrap her lips around his dick—once he unleashed his seed into her hot body—she would be theirs. The Conversion would be complete. And
then
he'd
really
get to work on her. "You want this, you horny little slut?"
From behind him came a feminine voice.
"Lust."
Belkir blinked. "Hey, that the pet...suckabus thing?" He started to crane his head to look, but he couldn't resist keeping his eyes on the whore before him. Just seeing how
desperate
she was...
She looked up at him, lips puckered, as if those few extra millimeters would allow her to reach her prize. No. No, he wouldn't turn around.
The two men holding the woman in place were staring straight ahead, eyes wide. They didn't say a word in answer.
One of the men suddenly collapsed with a moan, clutching at his crotch. Belkir noticed the man's pants were already drenched, and he laughed. "Can't take the show, eh? Well—"
"Lust."
The other guard collapsed with an equally horny cry, and the slut's arms were free. Before Belkir could react, the woman lunged forward. She grabbed his cock and opened her mouth wide—
"Stop!" he cried reflexively. The woman froze in place, lips mere inches away.
Belkir stared at her.
What the hell is going on?
She stared back up, big brown eyes full of innocence.
Shuddering, he started to turn around.
And stopped.
After a moment, he let out a tortured moan. His head swung back around.
The slut hadn't taken him into her mouth. Instead, she'd started licking him, covering his cock in her slick saliva.
He trembled, struggling to remain upright. He wanted to tell her to stop. He needed to turn and see what was going on. But it just...didn't seem as important. Even when he heard a few men come in and give shouts of alarm...didn't seem...
He let out a sigh, falling to his knees. The slut took the opportunity to double her efforts, pushing him to the ground.
Around him, his men were collapsing as the voice kept speaking. He felt a bit of liquid—was that blood?—spatter onto his shoulder, and still he couldn't do anything. A mid-Conversion was too powerful. This slut was too powerful.
She'd overpowered him, he realized dimly. A dumb slut. A bimbo. Overpowered a man.
"No..." he whimpered. But she just kept licking. He hadn't ordered her to stop, had he?
Yes,
said a voice in his head. His eyes widened. The voice was warm and smooth, like hot honey. He felt it pouring into his head. Making him...slow.
He heard a hissing sound from behind, but couldn't get up to look. So he raised his head to look straight 'down'. The slut looked back up at him and waggled her eyebrows. Her tongue lapped up some precum, like a cat lapping up water. He shuddered and looked back up at the ceiling.
She didn't even know she was breaking him. The stupid whore didn't even know what she'd done. He heard her giggling between licks. She probably thought she was doing his bidding—that her man was still in control.
Oh, at least put up a fight,
the voice teased. Belkir felt a warm presence coming up from behind, but he still couldn't rise. He shivered as the slut's tongue flitted delicately over his sensitive glans.
"M-m-my...men..."
I was in a hurry. Though if
this
is all the resistance I can expect...
Sharp-nailed fingers danced across Belkir's chest, undoing his shirt buttons.
I know I shouldn't, but I just gotta try you. Still so damn horny.
He stared up at the ceiling. The honey voice was laced with lust, and desire, and it was so tempting to just lie there and listen...
The words of the Chosen Commander suddenly rang in his head.
Put them in their place.
"No!" he cried. He reached down to grab the slut's head, to force her all the way down—to end this game—
"Stop." The voice was calm, now. Firm. Still a little lusty. And out loud. It could not be disobeyed.
Belkir went still. He felt the fingers gently push him back onto the hardwood floor, and he did not try to rise again.
"Smart boy." The fingers tickled his bare chest as they gracefully peeled off his shirt—just as sticky with sweat as the slut's hair had been, he dimly realized. "You don't exactly
want
to fight this,
do
you?"
The slut's tongue ran up, all the way up along his shaft. He couldn't hold in his moan. Amid the squelchings of the tentacles still in her cunt, he heard her moan back. Just the fact that she was giving him pleasure was enough to nearly send her into orgasm.
"It turns you on, doesn't it?" the voice whispered. Two fingers pinched his nipple. "Giving her so much pleasure."
