“Feeling more awake now, Samara,” a woman’s voice said. It was proud despite the intimate whisper, and it tugged at the raven-haired woman’s attention. The world began to resolve itself as Samara’s eyes fluttered open. She was still kneeling on the stone beside the bathing pond. The stars twinkled overhead, and Lillatha’s Moonstone still bathed the area in a cool, pale light.

The elf had shifted, now kneeling in front of Samara. Her eyes were shut, and her naked body looked entirely at peace. Samara would have taken the elf for being in a deep sleep if not for the faint mantra spilling from her lips. “Obedience is pleasure, pleasure takes me deeper, going deeper makes me more obedient.”

The words felt achingly familiar to Samara—just hearing them in her friend’s delicately accented whisper lit a spark in Samara’s own body. Just on the edge of memory, Samara heard her own voice whispering the exact same mantra. In response, a pleasant, distant hum of arousal made itself known, and the scent of it mingled with the cool air. Her nipples were stiff in a way that had nothing to do with the chill, and a bead of desire was cooling between her own netherlips

Each bit of information about her surroundings arrived slowly in Samara’s mind, as if coated in sticky sap. Her memories felt even less solid, fading into a blur of pleasant sounds and captivating golden eyes.

“Wha—” she began, only for that same feminine voice to cut her off.

“You won’t speak unless it’s to answer my questions, Samara,” it commanded in the iron tones of someone that expected obedience.

The question died on her lips even as a vague unease began to rumble in her soul. Samara could remember drunk, stupid men in the past daring to tell her to shut up. Back then, violence had always been a reliable answer. But the memories arrived though a thick, beguiling shroud, as if she were simply watching those of another person, standing up for herself. Because the idea of threatening the confident woman that demanded her silence was unthinkable—it had the same appeal as shoving her hand into a forgefire, and prompted the same instinctive revulsion.

Still, she wanted to at least acknowledge the voice, so she gave a single nod. And the distant arousal jumped to tingle her nerves, just once. She gasped, and the voice by her ear laughed, the pleasant sound edged with a note of contempt. “Feels good, doesn’t it, savage?”

“Yes, it feels good,” Samara answered at once. Being called a savage dropped from Samara’s notice, buried under the jolt of pleasure that was her reward for answering promptly. And then she simply wasn’t bothered by the word. The woman whispering in her ear wanted to call her a savage, so she would simply accept it.

“That’s right,” the voice mused quietly, “Pleasure is such an easy thing to bind your kind with.” Before Samara could direct her sluggish thoughts to what the voice meant by her kind, the voice spoke again with a tone of command. “Stand, Samara, and face me.”

Savoring the mild tease of pure pleasure that coated her mind, the barbarian swiftly did as she was told.

She turned to look, and finally learned that the voice belonged to a beastkin woman that stood about a head shorter than Samara. Adorable feline ears of the purest white Samara had ever seen poked out from a long river of silky soft hair the same perfect hue. In sharp contrast, her skin was a deep, midnight black. Beautiful eyes that sparkled like the sun adorned her face above kissable lips that were quirked in an amused smile. And her bare breasts, each capped with a slightly lighter-colored nipple, sat high and perky on her chest. Samara’s eyes moved over a trim, toned stomach and toward the delta of her thighs, covered with a light dusting of snow white hair. Her tail swayed behind her, as she moved closer to Samara, placing a finger under the barbarian’s chin and closing a mouth that she hadn’t even realized was hanging open. “Like what you see?” the beast kin asked, looking up at the warrior with a deeply pleased expression.

A question! That meant she could finally give voice to some of the desire that held her attention like a vice. “Yes! Very much! You’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, heedless of the night’s stillness or Lillatha’s sleep-like trance.

“I am,” the cat-girl answered simply, preening for the barbarian before daintily spinning on her toes. Seeing her spin only added to the alluring image that was this beastkin. From her heart-shaped ass to her toned legs, and the swaying tail waving temptingly in the air, Samara had trouble picturing a more enticing sight.

Then her floundering mind conjured up Sharvor. Her bonded. Him shirtless, impressive muscles flexing under pleasantly green skin. His soft, intelligent, brown eyes, and the way her heart fluttered every time he held her. A heavy clash surrounded Samara’s heart. She had never looked at women the way she looked at this beastkin, yet there was no denying the desire she felt pooling in her stomach when she drank in the midnight-skinned woman. A frown crossed her face as she tried to fit both ideas together.

“Awwww, is the savage confused?” the beastkin teased, voice sharp and cutting.

The stinging tone only mildly touched Samara, eager as she was to answer—both to find an answer and for the soft touch of pleasure brought on by obeying. “Yes! I have only desired men before, but I badly want to fuck you.”

“Hmmmm,” the beastkin woman mused, a finger on her chin in a pantomime of thoughtfulness. “You have been such an obedient savage so far, I suppose I can give you a bit of wisdom.” She gestured toward her body with both hands, drawing them down her silhouette. “I made you desire me like that, to feel like your true perfect mate is standing before you.”

She... she had been made to desire this woman? That heavy, comfortable feeling over her mind robbed the revelation of much anger. She was still uneasy, though, to think that her desires had been changed. She wanted to ask why, but she knew she had to stay silent unless she was asked a question.

“Now, let me get a better look at you,” the cat-girl held out her hand, and when she spoke next there was a noticeable thrum of power to her words. “Tiny spirits of fire and light, come forth. solas a thoirt seachad.”

Samara couldn’t stop the surprised gasp that fled from her lips. The beautiful woman had just used magic, and did it without calling to the gods! The beguiling, enchanting woman was a wizard, and she had already admitted to making Samara desire her. Fear shot up along her spine, only to waver and falter under the oppressive calm filling her mind. She was in danger, but it felt impossibly distant and remote compared to the pleasure and passivity that were close enough to caress her mind in an instant.

While Samara was dealing with the tangled mess of impulses in her mind, a ball of light, brighter and far closer to daylight than Lillatha’s Moonstone burst into being. It levitated, hovering between them, then rose above their heads. The cat-girl slowly strode around Samara, evaluating her with the same look the barbarian had seen used to appraise horses.

“Strong, certainly” the beastkin murmured. “How many summers have you seen, Samara?”

“Twenty-two,” Samara answered, promptly. The warm flush of delight that caused quickly submerged the last twinges of the fear Samara had felt mere moments ago, washed away along with the unease of being inspected like livestock

“Young, too,” the midnight cat-girl said, sounding impressed. “A few scars, but that’s to be expected,” she paused in front of Samara, then to the barbarians’ delight ran a palm over her arm. “They do suit you, though.” Her golden eyes flicked up to meet Samara’s own. “You’re even quite pretty, for a savage.” Her expression slightly soured while Samara floated in giddy bliss. “Oh, of course,” she said after a moment. “You may thank me with a ‘thank you, Lady Alexis’ when I compliment you.”

“Thank you, Lady Alexis,” Samara breathed out, trying to fit all of her appreciation for the feline woman into those four words.

“Now that is a lovely sound to hear,” Alexis said with a satisfied nod. “I know you can fight, and you do it well. But what else can you do, my pretty tribal girl?”

Samara took the chance to look hard at her life. She was a warrior—one of her tribe’s finest—but Alexis already knew that. She could cook and clean enough to keep herself healthy and fed, but that wasn’t anything to boast about. She knew she had a temper, and chose to keep that to herself for now.

Thinking about how it felt when she got properly angry was an odd experience, when tinted by the tranquil haze that surrounded her thoughts. But it did let her jump to something else that felt very similar. “I can tap into my Fury, Lady Alexis.”

That drew the feline woman up short, and she turned to peer curiously at Samara. “Fury? So you get angry when you fight?” she scoffed.

Samara shook her head, feeling an icy twinge of shame for correcting this beautiful creature. “No, Lady Alexis.” She forced herself to keep going in spite of the growing need to preserve the warm pleasurable feelings. “It’s a lot more than that. I can jump higher, run faster, and hit harder when I use it. It can sharpen my senses and if I give myself all the way to it, I sink into a blood lust like an orc.” She paused, dredging up anything she could to impress Alexis. “And it can make my eyes glow red,” she added.

The condescending look on Alexis’ face slowly shifted to one of interest, and the twinge of shame thankfully faded as well. Samara had been obedient, and she enjoyed her reward with a pleased smile and soft sigh. “That would be something to see,” Alexis stated, genuine interest evident in her expression. “Show me,” she commanded

Samara nodded eagerly, excited to show off what she was proud of. She reached into that place in her chest where her Fury beat and found... nothing. She blinked, feeling a shock that worked though all the numbing haze over her thoughts. There was no Fury to stoke, nothing to call on. That whole part of her felt distant and numb. “I... I can’t,” Samara confessed, again feeling icy disappointment claw at her. “I don’t know why I can’t, but I just don’t feel it!”

A disappointed look crossed Alexis’s features, driving the ice deeper into Samara’s mind. She desperately wanted Alexis to like her, to be proud of her. If only her Fury would respond!

She raked her memory feverishly for any other time her abilities had failed her. Coming up empty-handed, she felt the disappointment more keenly than anything else. She was a disappointment to the beautiful cat-girl, and she felt every horrible second of it.

“Well, I don’t think you’re lying,” Alexis said, voice truly thoughtful. “There will be time to experiment with this later, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t an outright dismissal, and that alone soothed the frozen agony into mild worry. “Thank you, Lady Alexis,”

The midnight cat-girl nodded, her attention already turning to Lillatha. She strode over to the kneeling elf, and beckoned Samara to join them. She hurried over, sitting primly right where she had woken up. “Stop sending yourself deeper, elf,” Alexis whispered into one of Lillatha’s pointed ears. The mantra ceased, and the sole missing component keeping Lillatha from appearing deep asleep vanished.

“Have you ever seen anyone with their mind opened like this, little tribal girl?” Alexis asked, draping herself over Lillatha’s body. One hand trailed down from the archer’s neck, down her collarbone and over one breast. The elf didn’t respond at all, simply breathing slowly in and out.

Samara shook her head. With a cold certainty, Samara knew she was going to watch Alexis weave magic on her friend. She knew, in a distant way, she should be angry—furious even. But it was so hard to hold to that anger for more than a moment before it bled away into the content haze clouding her mind.

“There is nothing else like it,” she purred, her voice laced with sudden new harmonics that made Samara’s world fuzz for a moment. “Everyone is different—a new, unique sensation. You were filled with strength, unwilling to yield until I told you it was like a peaceful rest. You understood rest,” she looked up, eyes hooded and dark. “And pleasure, of course.” The beastkin’s eyes took on a wicked cast that sent shivers down Samara’ spine even as she adored how much attention Alexis was paying her. “Sit down and spread your legs, savage, and make yourself feel good while I take care of your friend.”

Scooting back and spreading her legs, Samara couldn’t stop the shiver of unease she still felt about the beautiful cat-girl. She didn’t trust Alexis, as much as she wished she did, and her promise to take care of Lillitha only made her heart thunder more quickly. Her fingers, though, drifted obediently between her legs—down to her thatch of dark curls, and she gasped at the sudden pleasant sensation.

She was wet, and her fingers slipped into her welcoming heat while Alexis nodded at her. “Now, pretty elf, listen to my voice. This voice is the most pleasant, most wonderful voice you could ever imagine.”

Lillatha nodded, her breath hitching as she did.

“It’s as sweet as honey and as fascinating as a goddess. Your desires ignite just from hearing it.”

It was impossible from Samara to drag her attention away. Her fingers worked at her sex diligently, the pleasant sparks mingling with the whole-body sensation that obeying Alexis brought. Both women were gorgeous, and even if she had felt nothing other than kinship for Lillatha, seeing her falling under Alexis’ influence was undeniably fascinating.

“Look at me, elf,” Alexis commanded, placing two fingers on Lillathia’s cheek and guiding her wide, glazed eyes to stare into the beastkin’s golden ones. Samara moaned in sympathetic pleasure when Lillatha gasped. She could only imagine the jolt that her friend felt while her own fingers teased her closer and closer to release. A throaty moan spilled from Samara’s lips, and Alexis glanced over with a knowing smirk.

The feline woman only nodded at Samara to continue before returning her attention to Lillatha. “Picture your ideal mate, elf. Someone that sets your blood alight, someone that makes your heart flutter and your folds glisten,” Alexis cooed. “Now, whatever you may have pictured before? You’ll replace it with me.”

Alexis took a few steps back, letting both Lillitha and Samara drink in her beautiful body. It was spellbinding. Her alluring dark skin, the powerful contrast with her pure white hair, the extra exotic touch of her adorable ears and swaying tail… they all swamped the barbarian’s mind in lust. A feeling Lillitha shared, judging from the needy whimpering coming from her.

“You can’t imagine doing a single thing to harm me, not while your body knows that I am your perfect mate.”

Though the words had clearly been meant for Lillitha—Samara already found the concept of trying to hurt Alexis unthinkable. The command sank into her mind anew. It was impossible, a fantasy to even consider raising her hand to the enchanting woman. The knowledge that it was magic—that she was under a spell and watching her friend fall under one as well—was nothing more than an irritant at the moment. She was so close, her body was begging for release, and she held herself right at the peak.

Her fingers moved faster, hooking and pressing in the deep spots that she knew would white her vision in bliss. The pad of her palm pressed in tight circles around her clit, working her slit into a sticky froth of arousal. Letting herself lay back entirely, her free hand groped her breasts roughly. She didn’t bother trying to stifle her moans—Alexis hadn’t commanded her to be quiet.

“Not yet, Samara,” Alexis’s wickedly wonderful voice stole her attention. With a frustrated whine, Samara held off, letting the pleasure slink away from the edge, leaving frustration and desire to well up deep in her body. “You can dive over the edge when I say so, not before,” Alexis commanded before turning back and caressing Lillatha’s blissfully smiling face. “I have some more words to slip into your friend’s mind, first.”

The reminder she was watching her friend lose herself to a wizard was exactly the nugget of icy dread Samara needed. It pushed her away from her waiting orgasm, but melted into blissful compliance before she could go further. She was left in the agonizing limbo of fear and need, the latter slowly working itself back to prominence in her mind.

“In fact,” Alexis said with an eager grin, “look into my eyes, both of you.” Samara’s eyes flew to Alexis’s golden ones. They sparkled like sunlight, warm and inviting and so incredibly beautiful. They didn’t relentlessly pull her like they had earlier, but they hardly needed to when Samara was so eager to dive into their depths. “That’s right. You can’t resist my eyes. Awake or in my spell, you will always sink into my eyes.”

Samara’s fingers, heedless of the thick, sticky morass of desire and dread her mind was in, returned to strumming her slick folds. Fantasies bloomed in Alexis’ eyes, of Samara’s own helpless and eager fall into them every time she looked deeply into them. Sweat prickled all over her, the once-denied release already surging forward.

Alexis turned her attention solely to Samara, a triumphant smile on her gorgeous lips. “Bind yourself to me, pretty tribal girl, let pleasure burn my words into your mind. You desire me, you need me,” she leapt lightly over to Samara, pinning the raven haired warrior’s hands away from her body. Golden eyes swallowed up every thought that wasn’t pure needy lust, drenching the barbarian’s mind in liquid sex.

She was beyond horny. Relief and release were held a shadow’s width away, just on the other side of Alexis’ eyes. “You will always desire me, you will never harm me or allow me to come to harm, and my eyes will always trap you,” Alexis stated, each command delivered right past her thinking mind. They wrapped themselves in pleasure, ready to burrow deep into the core of Samara’s being.

“Now, Samara,” Alexis began, licking her lips hungrily. “You’re going to cum, and cum hard, sealing all my lovely words deep into your mind.” Before Samara could fully comprehend that, Alexis pressed them into a kiss.

Bonfires and steppe blazes didn’t burn as hot as the sharp, powerful blast that reverberated through Samara. Alexis was so much warmer than a human, and everywhere she touched made Samara silently beg for more. The collected need she had been forced to keep away broke though like a deluge, sending the human woman tumbling helplessly into the deep waters of sensual bliss.

She mewled into the kiss, bucking against Alexis’s body. The lighter, more slender woman held her close, all but laying in her lap. Samara’s mind buckled, and the waiting commands slipped in silently, expertly riding her release and painlessly tying themselves deeply into her mind. They fused themselves to her right as the cascade of sensation ebbed, leaving her breathing hard and rubbing her forehead.

“Now, go wash off all that sweat and sex,” Alexis whispered in Samara’s ear. “And feel free to watch as I take your friend, too.”

Samara was clean once again, lightly scented with Lillatha’s elven soap. She knelt behind her friend, washing her long hair while Alexis lounged next to her in the starlight, the conjured light dismissed after the feline woman had taken Lillatha’s measure as she had taken Samara’s.

The elven woman had been allowed to reach her own orgasm after repeating the truth Alexis had whispered into her ears, and then commanded to bathe to erase the evidence of their pleasant enslavement.

“I’ve got to say, girls, I wasn’t expecting such beauties when I was assigned here,” Alexis mused, laying back with one hand trailing in the water.

“Thank you, Lady Alexis,” both Samara and Lillitha said in near unison. It was such a simple thing to obey, a call and response that nevertheless warmed her body with a ghostly touch of pleasure. From the shiver going through her friend, Samara could tell she felt the same.

“Mmm, a lovely sound,” Alexis said with a pleased sigh. “But, I think I have kept you both out long enough. Look into my eyes, girls.”

Lillatha spun in the pond, while Samara shifted on her knees to stare adoringly into Alexis’ eyes. They pulled at her mind, and she let herself go instinctually. It was as easy as breathing to let the golden fog dull her mind into hazy complacency.

The knowledge she was under a wizard’s spell was still there, laying like a pillar of stone in the sea of simmering desire of her mind. Alongside it was the knowledge she had brought herself to orgasm while watching her dear friend likewise fall under Alexis’ spell. She smiled at the memory, only focusing on the pleasure she felt bringing herself right to the edge, and then opening herself to Alexis’ power.

“You’re going to wake up, girls, all the way. With all my commands and words nestled deep in your mind,” Alexis intoned with a pleased smile.

The moment the words left the feline woman’s gorgeous lips, Samara felt her mind shift and fuzz around the edges. Clarity flowed into the reservoir of sated docility like ice cold rain. It shocked her all the way awake, and she was able to look at Alexis with fresh eyes.

Alexis was, without a doubt, still gorgeous. Samara’s heart sped up just being near her, and her split second fantasies involved kissing and touching every inch of her lithe body. She was also vile, a viper that had bitten both Samara and Lillitha. Worked evil magic on their mind, and chained them both.

“Diseased, jackal-born, fucking bitch,” Samara spat at the cat-girl. The urge to bolt towards the camp, to let everyone know of Alexis’ evil nature, shot like lighting up her spine. Only... Only her friends would undoubtedly want to hurt Alexis. That was unthinkable. She simply couldn’t let anything hurt the horrible smirking bitch. So, she settled for glaring hatefully at her.

“Malbona trifoje malbenita ekskremento,” Lillatha cursed, her voice whisper soft and razor sharp. Slipping out of the pool, the elven archer stopped right by the still reclined cat-girl. Samara even saw her friend tense one leg, clearly ready to kick the beastkin woman. Then, after a moment, she relaxed the leg and stepped carefully around her to where their clothes were stored.

“Such language!” Alexis gasped in mock shock. “Thrice cursed excrement. You wound me, Lillitha.”

“Would that I could,” the elf said grimly, passing Samara her clothes while she quickly dried herself off with a spare rag. “I promise I would make it slow,” she said, voice dripping with menace.

“I’m trembling,” Alexis scoffed with a roll of her golden eyes. “Snarl and sulk if you want later, I just want to make sure you could both still obey me.” Her enthralling eyes sparkled with inner light, and Samara snapped her head away with her eyes shut tight.

Unable to see, the barbarian felt Lillitha move beside her. Using each other to stand up, Samara felt the comforting sensation of her companion at her back. “Fuck you, you mangy cat, we’re not falling for your cheating trick again!” she snarled.

“Oh, that’s too bad” Alexis’ voice was suddenly a breath away from Samara’ ear. “Because, if I keep this up too long, it makes my poor eyes so very sore,” she teased playfully. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt myself by resisting, would you?”

The moment the words slipped into Samara’s ears, she was filled with a dreadful apprehension. She couldn’t let Alexis get hurt, and if using her eyes like this too long hurt her then... “You... you could just not use your god’s damned eyes on us!” Samara snapped back, feeling the commands coiled deep in her mind only a hair’s width away from springing. It was a tense, nervous sensation.

“But I’m going to,” Alexis purred, adding in a feather light touch of disorienting, amazing resonance to the conflict already raging inside Samara. “And if you two don’t stop this silly resistance, I’ll get hurt. And it will be all. your. fault,” she said slyly, punctuating the last three words with light taps to Samara’s nose.

She would be hurting Alexis with her resistance. It didn’t matter that it was a foolish argument, all that mattered to the words burrowed into Samara’s mind that she would be hurting the beautiful cat-girl. She tensed, her breathing coming in labored gasps while she fought against her own body. It was like trying to keep a sprint going while already dead tired, like trying to will herself to stay underwater when her lungs were burning for air.

“Samara,” Lillitha murmured behind her, sounding just as strained as the warrior woman felt. “I... She’s in our heads...I can’t...” she trailed off with a pained hiss.

“Ah, almost saw your pretty blue eyes, elf,” Alexis said, lightly. “You’re torturing yourself for no reason, I hope you know? You’ve both felt my gaze, you know it’s anything but painful,” she taunted.

The worst part was, Samara knew Alexis was right. The pleasant peace she had felt gazing into Alexis’ golden eyes was wonderful. It was a paradise compared to the awful feeling of fighting her own mind second by second, forcing her body to keep her eyes shut.

But she was a warrior! She was devoted to Daray. Surrender was almost as unthinkable as letting Alexis come to harm. She grit her teeth hard, tensed against her own muscles. “I... will... not... submit!” she growled. Resisting her mind was becoming unbearable and sweat prickled on her forehead while she resisted with every scrap of her reserves.

“That’s a good girl,” Alexis cooed, and shock ran through the barbarian. She hadn’t surrendered, not given even an inch! The only other person that could have... Oh no. Dread ran draining claws through Samara’s resolve when she realized she couldn’t feel Lillitha at her back anymore.

“I bet that feels so much nicer, doesn’t it Lillitha?” Alexis’ voice battered against Samara’s resolve, while her traitorous imagination painted a lurid scene of Lillitha, relaxed and serene after her ordeal while Samara still wallowed in pain and tension.

“Yes, Lady Alexis,” Lillitha cooed, the sound so very sweet and tempting to Samara. She couldn’t yell, couldn’t scream, couldn’t surrender. She could only exist in this awful painful twilight.

Her strength was waning, every second the demands of her mind were louder and louder while her own stubborn resistance withered. Her Fury was useless. One way or another, it would only lead to Alexis being hurt, and she couldn’t let it happen no matter how much she dearly wished it would. The awful, beautiful, woman’s spell on her was so fucking powerful, and only getting stronger as it used Samara’s own strength against her.

“Oh, my poor eyes are starting to get so sore, Samara,” Alexis pouted in one ear.

“It’s okay, Samara, you can stop fighting,” Lillitha’s voice—as gentle and kind as the barbarian had ever heard it—caressed her other ear. “No one else would have fought as long. Rest, fratino de mia koro.”

Samara’s resolve cracked, hearing the intimate heart name from her dear friend. The crack spread, reducing the barbarian woman’s resistance to powder with a single sharp gasp. The tension and pain was replaced with the soothing balm of pleasure. She let her body respond, turning toward Alexis and opening her eyes.

Golden spiraling bliss tugged at her mind, and Samara was left without a speck of strength to even want to resist being carried away.

Heavy golden fog drifted over her mind. It numbed away her strife and anger at Alexis, insulating them, making them feel far away. They were just facts now, divorced from any sensation that might unnerve her. A tingle of pleasure flowed in with the fog, a delicate kiss of desire that made her smile and sparked a little heat in her body, but didn’t demand to be sated.

“Sister of my heart,” Alexis repeated with a roll of her eyes. “Some adorable nickname for each other?”

“Yes, Lady Alexis,” both the elf and human replied in unison.

“Hmmm, something to keep in mind for later,” the feline woman murmured with a smirk, her eyes appraising. Samara felt that appraisal like a warm blanket. Someone so beautiful as Alexis was admiring her.

“But, I need to get you back before the dwarf and the green oaf become suspicious.” She glanced back toward the main part of the camp. “Lillitha, you are going to bring Mortah here, and Samara, I need you to bring your brute of a Bonded as well.”

Lillitha nodded slowly while something sharp in Samara’s mind stopped her from doing the same. Bringing her Bonded here... to give to Alexis? That felt wrong, so deeply and powerfully wrong, that not even the layers of numbing bliss could shut it out completely. Samara felt drawn to the little, needle sharp point. It stabbed through the complacency, leaving a little pool free from Alexis’ influence.

The golden fog parted, and Samara clung to the tiny scrap of defiance. “N—No,” she fought to say the word. It felt like filth in her mouth, to deny Alexis. It cost her dearly to consider, to put the words out, but it was worth it to the warrior. “I won’t.”

“You won’t?” Alexis asked in an exaggerated, scandalized tone. “Oh, silly little savage, I thought we were past this resistance of yours.” Her eyes glowed, the enthralling shades and eddies pulling Samara’s attention easily. Numb, pleasant fog billowed back into Samara’ mind. It washed over that little sliver of discomfort and pain, drowning it out.

It passed away from Samara’s notice, leaving a simple, dull smile on her lips. “Okay, I will bring...” As quickly as the sharp thought had been submerged, it rose again. It stabbed Samara through the fog, and she rallied to it again. “I...I...”

“You will bring Sharvor here, to me,” Alexis said, firm authority lacing every word. It pushed into her mind, leaving no room for disagreement. The golden fog promised a return to placid peace if she would only stop her silly resistance. Part of Samara wanted to, to smother the annoying shard of defiance and do as she was told.

But the irritating splinter remained, stopping the barbarian woman from conceding this vital point. She felt the tension rise in her mind, and tried to stomp the offending thoughts out. Reasoning with herself felt strange, even more so when nothing she had to offer would resolve the sharp divide that was growing between Alexis’ perfect golden control and the desire to keep Sharvor far away from the beautiful ebony woman.

“I... I can’t. I won’t!” Samara said, hopeful appeasement and stubborn defiance both coloring the simple declaration. It felt both terrible and comforting, and Samara winced in growing pain.

“You will!” Alexis insisted, grabbing Samara by the chin and staring intensely into the barbarian’s eyes. The golden light no longer felt like a comforting fog, but a raging torrent. It eroded Samara’s mind as it went, overwriting her thoughts with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. The power blasted against the stubborn bastion of defiance that was Sharvor, filling Samara’s thoughts with pain.

The pressure growing in Samara’ mind was immense. Pain bloomed, deep inside Samara’s head. Something warm, thick and smelling of copper ran down Samara’s upper lip, and she distantly realized it was blood, pouring from her nose.

The searing intensity of Alexis’ gaze stopped without warning, leaving Samara breathing heavily. She sat in silence, stunned by the ravenous destruction Alexis’ golden light had left in its wake. Memories sat half-shattered and ideas softly crumbled into dust. “Humph,” Alexis pouted, reaching up and rubbing the blood away from Samara’s nose. “Fine, be stubborn about it,” she sighed. “I’m sure one brutish orc one way or another won’t make that much of a difference.”

Samara had just managed to pull the sodden remains of her mind into some semblance of coherence when Alexis pulled her in again. Her golden light was back to soothing, numbing fog and Samara eagerly swam in the sensation. Compared to the harsh force that had brutalized her mind moments before, this was paradise.

“You’re going to need to keep him distracted though, while Lillitha takes care of Mortah,” Alexis mused, desire flickering between her words. “And I can’t think of a better distraction than an eager, needy woman.” Slinking lightly behind Samara, Alexis pressed her perky, firm breasts to Samara’s back. “You need your Bonded to fuck you, Samara,” she declared, and Samara felt the desire fountain into life.

Memories of her Bonded coupled brightly with instantly conjured fantasies of him. Her mind’s eye went from slowly, sensually making love in their tent, to him mounting her like a needy bitch and rutting into her and everything in between. Need and want went hand and hand, with Alexis’ control a ceaseless wind fanning her desires ever higher. “Neeed him,” she panted, desire moistening her sex and focusing her attention.

“You’ll forget about me, about my control,” Alexis cooed, and before Samara could even begin to vocalize her despair at that fact, the feline girl’s fingers teased along Samara’s stiff nipple. “But I’ll always be in your mind. Just seeing me again will be enough to remind you,” she whispered, each teasingly soft word drawing a line of perfect sensation down Samara’s spine. “Repeat the words that live deep in your mind, my pretty savage,” Alexis commanded, satisfaction heavy in her voice.

“You’re, mmmm, my perfect mate,” Samara gasped. “Beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Need you, need to kiss you and feel you and—”

Blood warm fingers silenced Samara before she could continue. “Yes,” Alexis agreed, sending a stronger pulse of pleasure to dance between her need for Sharvor and her enthralled obedience to Alexis. “Continue, Samara,” Alexis commanded, and Samara ached to obey.

“Never ever harm you, or let you be harmed,” she recited quickly, savoring the pleasure and heat anew. “Your eyes capture me, awake or under your spell!” she finished, the memory of her earlier stubborn disobedience already washing away under the tide of sweet wet heat trickling in her folds.

“Perfect, just perfect,” Alexis praised, and Samara felt herself grinning dreamily. She had made Alexis happy, and the faint worry about disobeying was banished completely. “Now, forget all about me for now. You had a long bath with your friend, and you got so worked up thinking about your Bonded that you need to have him inside you.” Samara nodded eagerly, feeling her netherlips flush. She was so turned on, so horny. Sharvor filled her thoughts while her memories softened and reshaped around that need.

She didn’t know how long she stood there marinating in desire, but with a jolt she felt that Lillitha was pushed next to her. The small glance Samara spared for her let her know the elf was likewise excited and aroused. “Off you go, girls,” Alexis chided from behind them. “Remember to forget, and forget to remember.”

Alexis’ golden fog held fast while Samara dressed herself, barely aware of Lillitha doing the same next to her. She followed the elf back the way they came, her body simply walking along obediently while her memories melted in the desires the feline woman had ignited. The enticing image of midnight dark skin, pure white hair, and golden eyes dimmed, submerging beneath her waking mind.

Only the sudden, intense desire to share her body with her Bonded remained, wrapping her mind in near-blistering heat. The details of her bath with Lillitha were glossed over as hardly important in the face of how much she needed Sharvor’s cock in her. Her blood sang for it, and every step reminded her anew of the gathering wetness coating her pussylips.

The walk back towards their tent was far, far too long. When she tore open the flap, Sharvor looked up from the game of cards he was playing with Mortah. “That was a long bath! Did you—”

Whatever he was going to ask wasn’t important in the least to Samara. She was burning with need, and mashed her lips against Sharvor’s feverishly. “Please,” she gasped in between desperate kisses, “please fuck me.” She settled in his lap, scattering the cards and makeshift table with a careless kick.

“Oi! What’s gotten into you!?” Mortah demanded. “You take forever to get back and—” His annoyed voice vanished, and Samara could barely hear Lillitaha whispering to him over the sounds of her own passion. “Oh? Oh!” the dwarf said, suddenly sounding thrilled. “I, uh, yeah. Let’s um, yeah!”

The sound of him being all but pulled from the tent was almost drowned out by Samara whipping her top off and placing her Bonded’s hands on her breasts. “Must have been some bath?” Sharvor murmured, his hands kneading Samara’s breasts expertly. The sensation was wonderful, and nowhere near enough to quench the devouring heat swirling in the barbarian’s body.

“Mmmm,” she sighed in heady delight, working his belt free with frantic hands. “No. We just remembered we have such strong, powerful, sexy men waiting for us.” The words spilled from her lips without her input, but she hardly cared when every moment freed more of her Bonded’s lovely green skin.

“Still, Lillitha and Mortah?” Sharvor mused, thoughtfully.

Samara forced herself to sit still, marshaling her thoughts through the morass of sweet sticky heat washing over her. “My Bonded. I adore you, and I normally love how inquisitive you are,” she panted, pressing her forehead to his. “But if I don’t feel you inside me in the next ten heartbeats, I’m running after those two to join in,” she playfully threatened.

Sharvor raised one eyebrow and smiled back. Growling in a way that made Samara feel molten and slick, he carefully shoved her into the pile of furs that made their bed. “Consider me convinced,” he intoned, slipping off his pants and joining his Bonded in passion.