"You really wrung her dry, I see it in your stance, your shoulders, your eyes. How did it feel consuming her experience, twisting her to your desires! If I were to see inside her tent now would I find any semblance of her left, or just a body yearning for her next dose of your cum?"

       He felt her icy breath on his back he whirled arms outstretched hoping to catch a piece of her but only empty air greeted him.

       “You may have gotten your first dose of power but I’m in a different league than Neara or any of the other pitiful beings in this group!”

       His arms were seized by some invisible force pinning them to his side he toppled over as his legs were forced together.

      “Kill me then! I got Neara and I’ll see the rest of you in hell!”

      “Oh I'm not going to kill you, not yet. I have no further use of this pitiful band. I was going to kill them, but if you have the gauntlet that presents a far more delicious opportunity.”

      “So I’m to be your pawn then. What game are you playing?”

     “Survive Morad and I’ll tell you.”

     “No, she’s too strong, even if I get to her it’ll make a lot of noise, Aelua wakes up and both our games are finished.”

       She places a dark jewel in front of him, a red fire can be seen flickering inside it.

      “Take this jewel, slip into her bag of holding. It’ll take the both of you there. You’ll have 10 minutes to bring her to heel!”

      She disappeared into the gloom as the spell upon him disappeared.

      He growled but took the jewel he had little choice. Whatever Celks was it was clear he needed a lot more power if he was going to best her. Power she was, infuriatingly, helping him attain! He hated being a pawn! He’s been a pawn all his life!

Morad’s tent was a simple affair, just some canvas and poles. Morad preferred her sleeping arrangements to be practical above all else. Slipping inside was easy as the tent flap wasn’t even tied down. She snored loudly. Her cot, built extra sturdy to support her massive frame creaked beneath her weight, all of it muscle. Even asleep she was menacing. Scars criss crossed her green skin her abdominals pushing most pleasurably against her flesh highlighting their intoxicating strength. Strength he could use, strength he could take!

Her bag of holding was tucked beside her head doubtless placed their to prevent would be thieves from stealing it. The fact his aim was quite the opposite didn’t matter in this equation.

He moved carefully, Morad's danger sense was phenomenal. He’d learned that the hard way. His tribe was an expert in traps and ambushes, or at least they were. He’d seen multiple of his kin try to get the jump on her and all they had managed to do was bleed on her as she chopped them apart. She’d been covered in crimson when she was done, she liked it that way. The bestial smile had been etched in his brain, the manically laughter echoing in his head. His ken had tried damn it! They weren't raiders, not traders, they were nothing! They had done nothing! Still evil had come to their doorstep SHE had come to their camp, the others had done their part to be sure. Neara would never be able to muster the murder she'd done then and Aelua's demise was personal, but for the emerald skinned barbaric beauty sleeping before him, this one was for his ken!

Creeping up to her he grimaced, the situation was worse than he thought. The face was pushed against the damn flap, which meant he was gonna have to move either her or the bag, even worse her cot was so damn big that it meant there was not way to approach that didn't put him up close and personal with his victim. Which wouldn't be a problem post putting in the bag but right now was a huge fucking problem. He debated just touching her and taking his chances but, no, she was still too damn fast.

Left with little choice he shimmied against the side of the tent getting as near to the head of the cot as he could managed. He was now mere inches from her sleeping form. He could feel her breath as his hand delicately reached for the bag, opting for the bag, he only needed to move an inch, less than inch! Just enough to slip-

Her red eyes snapped open.

"Fuck!" the stone slipped inside the bag as her hand slammed into his neck with a force so great his legs buckled.

She inhaled to shout but it was too late. A silence over took them as the mouth of the bag flipped open and the inky blackness emerged from it swallowing them along with the interior of the tent as all were transported into the bag.

They fell through the inky blackness for scarcely a moment before the two of them, along with the contents of Morad's tent slammed into the hard ground. soil pushing it's way into his nostrils and mouth. He rolled to his feet sputtering

"SAND!" Morad roared faster than him by a second to recognize their surroundings. She was busy wiping her eyes of the pesky particles. He'd, miracolusly, managed to avoid that particular fate. He went for knees and he was fast enough to actually impact them. He bit, hard!

"Fuck" she swore as she kicked, he managed a dodge and he countered with a kick of his own. She managed to grab him as she fell and slammed him into the sand, kicking up a small dust cloud as she ground his face into the dirt. His arms were too short to counter and he flailed helplessly as she took a moment to clear her eyes. Then she began to squeeze! He could feel his skull compress, Fuck she was strong!

"You miserable little fuck! I'm gonna crush the goddamn life out of you!" she snarled!

Shit shit shit,  she was serious! He could feel the familiar brown swimming around the edges of his eyes. He had to think of something fast!

"I can get you out of here!"

He felt the pressure lighten, barely as she evaluated his words.

"I snuck a gem that Celks gave me! If we find it, it can take us back!"

"Thanks Mudfoot! Guess I'll search for it!" She had abandoned his head and now took on the easier task of throttling him. "I don't need you for that."

"If I die, it disappears!" he managed to croak.

"I'll take my chances." she smirked.

The thoughts were flashing before his eyes. His life was drawing to a close as the darkness consumed his vision when suddenly he felt it!

Morad screamed as it impaled her shoulder! She looked down to see a flaming white blade searing her flesh. Just as quickly as it appeared it ripped itself free of her! She released him and lunged for her waraxe. Metal screaming against metal as the blades met.

"Fuck! Forgot you had that!" She expertly parried a few more blows. He coughed and crawled away, he was alive, fucking barely! He needed a breather, fortunately Igneous provided a glorious distraction as Morad found herself pinned by the dancing blade. When his sense returned to him he rolled over to survey his situation.

Morad was a force to be reckoned with! Her stamina was amazing! Blow after blow she deflected, or absorbed. If he had more time he would have happily let Igneous tire her out and take her when she finally collapsed but that would take hours if not days! He was debating on what to do when Morad made a critical error.

"Gotcha!" she snarled as she grabbed Igneous' handle. Immediately white flame shot from the hilt consuming her arm. Morad screamed!

Not a warrior's scream, or a barbarian warcry, but pain, pure white hot pain! This was his chance! He rushed forward his hand striking the flesh of her calf.

"Weak!"

Her leg buckled as her knee hit the sand! He took her other leg the same way! Igneous pushed against her grip forcing it's way to her neck! she had not choice she gripped the handle with her other hand and let out a fresh scream as the fire consumed that arm as well. He had her! The blade pushed towards her face making a beeline for her exposed neck!

"No! Please don't kill me!" she shrieked as the blade touched her flesh! She was yanked forward as Igneous reversed direction, flying away from her, leaving her prone!

"Ass Up!" He slapped an toned ass cheek! Her hips shot up as her body obeyed! He wasted no time sliding inside her! She had never bothered with  underclothes and a loincloth was hardly any protection.

“Stop!” She tried to wrestle him away but another command kept him firmly inside her! He felt her tighten around him.

"Cum!" Her warm pussy obeyed as lubrication for his cock squirted from her sex's lips. He began thrusting inside her.

"I can't even fucking feel that!" She snarled in defiance, but he could hear of tinge of fear in her voice.

He slapped an ass cheek as he pounded her, grabbing a handful of flesh and his cock finally released inside her, their connection flipped on so suddenly it felt like a punch, but he could see it now all the pieces that made up Morad. He began siphoning the pieces he needed.

Morad groaned as his next thrust hit deeper than before.

"Th-that's nothing!" her ass quivered as it began to lose some of it's definition. His vigor was renewed as his dick continued it march deeper and deeper inside her.

"F, fuck!" she moaned. His arms snaked up to her shoulders, the hard edges of her muscled body losing definition, muscle being replaced by curves. Her mind too was being replaced. Battles and memories, being pulled from her head as more and more gaps in her personality appeared. But she could barely think anyway with that cock pounding ever deeper inside her, hitting spots no other had managed to reach! She came again! No command this time just carnal pleasure!

He pulled her into his lap as she bounced brainlessly upon his cock! Her breasts jiggled. That last thought caused her to look down and she gasped in terror! Her arms were so small and weak, but what stuck out most (both figuratively and literally) were her now massive green tits! Which we’re bouncing in time with his cock!

“What have you done!” Her commanding voice that used to terrorize her enemies, was now replaced with a new high pitched whine.

“Twisting your mind! Taking your power! Making you mine!”

His cum poured inside her again and all thought fled her mind. Chased away by the warm pleasure sliding betwixt her legs.

Her juices dribbled down his massive length as his cock claimed her. Her pussy eagerly accepting his seed. She was his now. The seasoned eyes of a warrior replaced with the dull listless eyes of a fuck doll. 

“What is your purpose?” He pinched her emerald tits, kneading the warm flesh.

“To” she let out a low moan “do what master says”

“And who is your master?”

“You are!”

“Good girl.”

He felt her pussy twitch when he said that. A special little kink. Just for her. The reckless, rule breaker, now hanging on his every word, desperate to obey his every whim. He could make her do whatever he liked. Dance for him, fuck for him, even kill for him and she’d do it with a smile.

Sadly his time came to an all to quickly. As one particularly loud scream of pleasure coincided with the pair of them appearing back in Morad's tent. Him seated atop her cot as the tent’s owner sat atop his cock.

"Sleep." the newly minted goblin fucktoy immediately fell into a deep slumber. He popped her off his cock and laid her back atop her cot. Her new form hardly taking any space on the massive cot that held her. He left her there his seed dribbling out of her pussy as he quickly grabbed her bag of holding. He'd have need of at least a few of the items found within.

He'd scarce left the tent when Celks darkness eveloped him again. He was ready this time, Aelua's reflexes with Morad's battle experience meant that Igneous was in his hand as he easily located the cleric in the darkness!

His blade barely touched flesh as a tin red line marred the pale beauty of Celks. Igneous caught between her fingers.

“Mmm better.” She licked her lips.