>>5221050>>5221092>>5221169>>5221363>>5221632“Pray to me,” you say, holding out your hand to the human male at your feet—the one who will be first to negotiate. “Pray to your new masster, in lieu of the Gods of Light. Be loyal to me. DO as I sssay, and you shall live.”
Several humans now cry out in outrage, but your smile does not wane, and the man’s eyes do not waver.
“Yes,” he says quietly, “Master.”
“Hmm, no,” you say. “We prefer… Missstresss.”
“…Yes, Mistress,” he says, and takes your hand
“Good boy!” you say.
From there, you outline to he, and to each of the humans who complies and agrees to serve you, your master plan: that they will serve as a rural network across the kingdom, ferrying or storing your goods—human chattel, drugs, agents of your will or that of your masters.
“In exchange,” you say cheerfully, “I will grant you not jusst life, but life with BENEFITSSS. You will be young, and strong, and…”
Irinnile sends a tingle across your body.
“…And virile, for sso much longer than other mere humanss!”
>19The fear of further torture did some heavy lifting for you, but the promises pique interest in at least a few of them. Of the eight people gathered, the two females and four of the males are at your beck and call now. As for the others…
‘HeheheheheHEEEE,’ Irinnile squeals in delight.
They can watch as you buy a bit MORE loyalty, and sate the succubus’ <WANT>, with a good old fashioned gangbang.
“Come,” you beckon huskily. “Pay tribute to your new Misstressss.”
As so they do…
<WANT: 10>
SO much tribute.
