He was dead. No doubt about it. He turned back, the fear of the unknown overpowering the fear of his captors but to his horror he saw the entrance sealing shut behind him as a smirking Neara waved good bye. He thought about pounding on the rock wall but before that thought could finish the braziers snuffed out. He cursed then clamped his hands over his mouth worried that the smallest sound might expose him. He was trapped here. Certain death or worse behind him and an uncertain death in front of him.

The goblin placed a hand on the side of the corridor and slowly made his way down the dark passage. He didn't hear the snap of the releasing arrow trap until it was already far too late. He tried to duck but the arrows were already upon him. He managed to hold his tongue, but only barely ready for the blow that would finally put an end to his misery.

The arrows clinked harmless against the side of the wall. They had been primed for creatures taller than he. When he recovered his composure some he thought briefly of trying to find them to have some kind of weapon, but it was dark, and for all he knew those arrows were poisoned or something and picking them up might just kill him. And deep down, he didn't want to give Neara the satisfaction.

So he stumbled on, testing each step as he went. The imagined terrors of the dark playing merry havoc on his poor mind.  He tested another step, the same as countless before when suddenly the floor gave way. He flailed madly trying desperately not to pitch forward and he nearly succeeded, instead finding purchase on the lip of the newly formed hole, but it was precarious thing. His foot sliding against something sharp and painful inside the pit. He scrabbled out as fast as he could uncaring of the blood he was spraying. He still couldn't see and he had nothing to bandage the wound with. All he did for the next several minutes was lay there and panic. Too scared to continue and too scared to go back.

He prayed desperately for someone or something to save him or kill him. At least then the torment would be over. But his prayers, of course, went unaswered.

When nothing came for him after awhile, his panic slowly subsided. With no other choice he felt along the edges of the pit. Fingers desperate to find some way forward. Fortunately the pit was not the entire length of the hallway. A small lip along the left wall would grant him a path. He took it, inching forward every other step sending pain as he put pressure on his foot.

He was across! It was a minor victory in the grand scheme of things, but to this goblin, right now it was as if he'd crossed a grand chasm. Deep down something clicked within him. Fear had washed over him, it had left him paralyzed but now he'd done it. He was still here! Fear would no longer be his master! If he was to die here, then he die fighting!

His foot still hurt, but he didn't care. Sticking his hand to the left wall he ventured forward. He had only gone a few feet more when the fire engulfed him! He screamed as his skin cracked. He ran forward into the flame and suddenly he was through. He rolled like his life depended on it. Trying desperately to put out the flames he managed to do so but the pain was unbearable. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself to push through! He checked his foot, the blood had congealed in the heat but the wound itself was cauterized. He didn't bother wiping the blood off his hands. 

He saw the magic trap before he tripped it. He was finally keeping his eyes locked to the task at hand. He was going to survive god damn it! And he was going to make them pay!

He had been in training to be a shamen once. He had no hope of understanding a glyph like this but he did remember one thing. Blood. He smeared it on the glyph. It was a delicate thing and his haphazard attempt to disarm it worked, mostly. The glyph let loose a spray, it was a smell he knew well. Acid Mist.

He continued smearing his blood against the glyph letting out a low grunt as it suddenly switched off. He pulled his hand away from the trap. His face hurt where the spay had got him but pain was fast becoming an old friend of his.

He traveled for a long time in that darkness. Longs stretches of silence punctuated with traps. He was so used to the dark that faint light at the end of the tunnel nearly blinded him. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light. He was careful still. The dungeon had taught him well because he discovered even more traps in this hallway. But he was long wise to them now, sneaking past each one in turn. He was so focused on them that at first he didn't recognize the sounds that filled the tunnel as he drew closer to the end. It was singing, beautiful melodious singing. He stopped just outside the chamber and listened for awhile, he'd forgotten beauty. A girlfriend once. Gone because of them. That thought snapped him out of his reverie. He looked and saw the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen. She was regal, long burnette hair flowing over golden pauldrons, a red curiass adorned her torso but most of all her pure white wings and halo identified her as a being of divinity. She sat playing a small harp and next to her was -

"The Gauntlet!" he gasped.

Under a glass cloche it stood. It was made of simple leather. More glove than gauntlet really. It's fine stitching and beautiful embossing were testaments to it's craftsmanship. It oozed magic power. Even to beginner like him it was obvious the magic it contained. He wanted it! More than that he wanted her! His hard cock choking that mouth of hers, silencing her beautiful shrieks with the gulping of his cum. Her warm flesh pressed around him covering her in his seed. He had to have her! Now!

He mustered what air he could in lungs and charged! Desperate blind rage, fear, pain and lust all mixed together to propel him forward. 

Did he scream? He couldn't tell! It was right there! He was right there! She was right there!

He was almost on top of her before she whirled to face him, her sword, where had that come from? bathed in white fire as it flew to her hand. She raised it to bisect him! Too slow! He grabbed her head and slammed it into the cloche. As he did so a blinding flash and thunderclap sent him sprawling. He couldn't see! Everything was white! He could hear her behind him, Her breathing was harsh. She was just as disoriented as he was, maybe more.  He felt about for it. Tile, Tile Tile! Fuck! Where was it! He was dead if he didn't get it! The damn cloche! Wait!

His hand touched soft supple leather.

"Yes!" He fiddled with it getting it on his hand. Damn thing was not meant for goblin hands!

"There you are!" Her breath was on his back! He felt a vice like grab at his hand attempting to stop him. She wrenched it behind his back. He was so close! He pulled at it with his teeth. Just a second longer!

Her other arm reached to grab him.

"Fuck!"

He whirled closer into her his hand impacting her perfect face.

"Stop!"

To his shock and hers her body obeyed.

"No!" Her eyes went wide with horror! "You don't know -"

"Shut up!"

Her jaw ticked as it shut, cutting her off.

They were frozen for a moment. Her paralyzed by magic, him by shock.

"Release me." Her hands loosened from his arm. The realization of what he had just accomplished set in.

"Kneel!" he commanded.

Her knees hit the ground and her eyes now sat even with his. He could see the fear and rage in her eyes.

"Tell me how this works."

He heard her mumble something.

"What was that?" He pulled the gauntlet away from her to listen closer.

She headbutted him, her hands locked around his throat as she attempted to throttle him!

His arms flailing he saw the edges of his vision grow cloudy. He was so close! He would make her pay! He would make all the women who'd ever wronged him pay! He saw her, that smug bitch! Her throat! His arm darted forward striking her in the center! She gasped and her grip loosened for just a moment! It was all he needed! He grabbed her arm and managed to cough out a single command. "Hands Off!"

Her hands shot to her sides his arm followed yanking him into her. Any other time the would be a dream for him but instead he slammed his hands on the side of her head.

"Tell me how the guantlet works!"

She grabbed at him, as she started to say something.

"Stay still!"

She froze.

"I gotta touch you to command you right! So I command you! Tell me how this thing works!"

"2 ways." She glared at him. "Control the body by touching." She paused, clearly fighting the urge to divulge more.

"The 2nd!"

"You control the spirit by fucking!" She spat!

"The spirit huh? Let's see what that's like!"

"No, you can't!"

"Lay back! Slow!"

She did so her wings spreading behind her and laying flat. He slid his hands along her. Her armor was beautiful ancient and powerful. Even through it's hardness he could imagine the warm softness beneath. Sliding along her torso feeling the curve of femininity that even the armor failed to disguise. Her thighs, thick and supple. Finally it was in front of him, his true goal.

"Your pants are in my way get rid of them! Slowly!"

She cursed but her arms slid to her waist and slowly she lifter her legs as he kept the gauntlet solidly on her the entire time. With a clunk the pants fell to the ground exposing the shapely legs he'd hoped were there. Alabaster, strong and with a simple command, open and inviting.

"Please!" her anger turned to desperation. "Please don't do this!"

Her underwear was a simple white affair, and with a quick flick of the fingers was moved aside.

"No!" She begged! "Anything but this!"

He rubbed it against her, it was warm enough but it was lacking something.

"Cum!"

He could feel her quiver and the moistness easing the sliding of the dick across her warm slick entrance. She was ready.

She shrieked as he slipped inside her. Unlike their owner her pussy was eager to recieve him. Tightening around him as he thrust inside her. He felt a connection form between them, Each thrust strengthening their bond. He could feel her. All the pieces that made her who she was. Her memories, her thoughts, even her future all laid out before him. His climax bringing the link between them to completion. She screamed in horror as command of her very existence transferred to him.

"Become mine!"

The magic of the gauntlet began its work, She squirmed desperately trying to get away from the pounding command but it was no use.

"You're a slave!" She broke free of him and began hopelessly crawling away from him. He rose to his feet and followed. A cruel smile on his face.

"You're my slave!" she had found a corner, the once proud warrior, now half naked her hands clamped to her ears desperately trying to filter out his words. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her tear streaked face to within inches of his.

"You love being my slave."

The old house of cards that was her life toppled over. She'd never been a guardian,  or a crusader, she'd only ever been, now and always, his slave.

Her lips curled into a sultry smile. And she loved it!

She kissed him, her tongue twining together with his. She remembered this!

"Take it off." He got out between kisses. "All of it."

"Yes master." God that word felt so good!

Buckles unclasped at her mere thought. The breastplate fell with a clang revealing a heavy gambeson which she tore off leaving her in a blouse. It was well made, fitted to her form. She tore it off revealing her plain white bra. 

“Do you like them?”

She felt his hands grab at them squeezing and flicking her nipples.

“Please master, make them bigger!”

“Tell me how!”

“What you touch you command! You can mold me how you wish! My height, my weight, my ass, my tits!”

“Grow!” He immediately felt their pillowy softness expand, filling out her bra quite nicely.

“Yes! Just like that!”

He continued kneading her chest and her flesh responded to his touch continuing to grow as her bra stretched tighter and tighter against her chest. To its credit it held for far longer than he’d thought it would. Her tits were big enough to lose himself in and it stretched so thin he could see her hard nipples through the now transparent fabric!

He pulled atop him and she dutifully began to ride him, stretching her arms behind her head pushing out his new toys for him and the world to see.

“Please master, mold my ass! Twist me into your perfect slave!”

His slapped her ass and it too began to grow. Her underwear quickly became a G string as she continued to ride him!  

“Command me master! Whatever you want! I’ll do it!”

"Your sword, I want to see it."

She moaned at his command then raised her hand. The sword flew like an arrow from its resting place and landed gracefully in her hand. She lowered then presented it for his inspection.

It was a burnished bronze, with a blade that burned with a fiery white light. 

"Igneous, the Flame of Righteous Vengeance.'

He admired its beauty for a moment and instinctively reached out to touch it, but she snatched back.

"No Master! It's tied to me, to touch it is to die!"

"How do I get one?"

"Forging another would take millennia, dragon bone, divine fire freely granted. I'd use it to end whoever you wish, but if you truly desire it."

She presses the point into the ground, it's tip gliding into the stone as a hot knife through butter.

“Then release into me!" 

"Do you feel it? Find my bond, take it for your own!" 

"There! Steal it! Force it to serve you!"

He feels his connection to the sword grow. A blinding white flame forced to do his bidding. Just like its former master.

"Raise your hand, command and it will obey!" 

He did so and the sword flew into his hand. It's new master appraising it approvingly.

“Very good master!” She slowly begins gyrating her hips. “Let’s see how many other pieces of me you can take”

Suddenly her face contorts in pain as an arrow appears sticking out of her chest. She slumps over her new master her blood leaking on him.

He hears a familiar cruel laughter. Neara approaches reloading her crossbow.

"Thanks Mudfoot. You got her out of her armor. What a chesty bitch. I wasn't sure if one arrow would do it."

A black flame devours her body and she vanishes. 

"Hmm, there's plenty of treasure. And an empty pedestal. Mudfoot, go back and tell the others. I see a few safes around here that need picking."

He stares at his empty hands, still processing his grief and rage.

A boot to the head sends him flying.

"Hey! Are you listening?" She steps atop him, grinding her boot against face.

"I said!" Her eyes catch sight of his right hand. "What the fuck is that?"