Auren's footsteps were silent as he moved through the dimly lit hallway, shadows clinging to the walls like whispers of his intent. The wooden door to Lyara's room stood slightly ajar, just enough for him to slip inside without a sound.
She lay sprawled across the bed, completely naked, her breathing slow and deep in the haze of sleep.
Auren's eyes lingered over her curves, but his mind was already working—sliding into hers with his power.
He touched her dreams first.
Images rushed into his head—Lyara moaning, gasping, her body writhing under the touch of an unseen figure in her mind.
"Mmm… ahh… yes… harder…" she whispered in her sleep, hips shifting slightly against the sheets.
"Don't stop… please…" she whimpered, voice trembling with desperate need.
Auren's lips curled into a dangerous smirk. Perfect.
With a flicker of Mental Bind, her subconscious froze under his grip. She was locked in place, still asleep, but unable to move.
He stepped closer, his presence a dark shadow above her, and began fastening soft restraints around her wrists and ankles, spreading her out on the bed like a captive offering.
Her breathing grew heavier as he whispered into her mind, layering in the Desire Twist—turning every image in her dream into one of him, making her body and soul believe he was the only man she craved.
Her face flushed, lips parting as if she could feel him already.
"Auren… please… take me…" she moaned softly, still dreaming.
Finally, with Obedience Seal, he burned invisible commands into her thoughts—loyalty, submission, and an unending hunger for him. He rewrote her mind like a book, page by page, until she believed she had always been his devoted slave, his personal toy, his willing doll.
When he stepped back to admire his work, Lyara's eyes fluttered open—glassy, glowing faintly with the mark of his control.
"Master…" she breathed, voice dripping with worship.
"Good girl," Auren murmured, brushing a hand along her cheek. "From now on, you'll give me everything… every day… because you want to."
"Yes… I live for you… my body is yours…" she said with a blissful smile, her new reality already consuming her.
Auren leaned closer, his shadow swallowing her in the moonlight. "Then let's begin."
Auren's hands seized Lyara's boobs with a possessive ferocity, squeezing the firm, perky flesh as if claiming ownership of her very being. Lyara, a 24-year-old elf, virgin and unmarried, stood in the moonlit glade of the Eldertree Forest, her golden hair shimmering like spun sunlight, her pointed ears twitching with enchanted arousal.
Once a free spirit gathering moonblooms for sacred rituals, she had been ensnared by Auren's dark magic, a forbidden spell that bound her body and mind to his will.
Now, she was his slave, his sex doll, his cum dump-her thoughts warped into an all-consuming lust, her mind chanting, /want only Master Auren, I need to fuck him.
The faint echo of her true elven self was gone, drowned in a sea of enchanted desire, her glowing skin pulsing with heat under his touch.
Lyara's emerald eyes sparkled with artificial devotion, her lips parting in a moan as Auren kneaded her boobs harder, his thumbs circling her sensitive nipples through her sheer elven tunic.
"You're my elf slut now," Auren growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through the glade, his muscular human frame towering over her delicate form.
His scars, etched across his broad chest, gleamed faintly in the moonlight, his cock already straining against his breeches, throbbing with hunger. Fuck me, Master, her enchanted mind begged, her pussy dripping with need, her virgin body aching for him to claim it.
Auren's grip tightened, pinching her nipples until she gasped, her body arching into his hands, her pointed ears flushing crimson.
"Strip for me, sex doll," he commanded, stepping back to watch. Lyara's hands moved with elven grace, the curse amplifying her eagerness as she untied her tunic, letting it fall to reveal her full, bouncing boobs, their pale glow almost ethereal.
Her skirt of woven vines followed, sliding down her toned legs to expose her smooth, hairless pussy, glistening with arousal. I'm yours, Master, take me, her mind sang, her body trembling with anticipation, her virginity a gift she now craved to surrender.
Naked, Lyara stood like a vision of elven perfection-slim waist, flared hips, golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her skin shimmering with a faint magical glow.
Auren's breath hitched, his cock pulsing. "Now me, cum dump," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. Her enchanted mind surged with excitement, I want to see Master's cock, I need to please him.
Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, then tugged down his breeches, freeing his massive cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head slick with pre-cum, brushing her thigh. Lyara's body knelt, her lips parting instinctively, eager to serve.
"Suck me, elf slave," Auren commanded, his hand tangling in her golden hair. Lyara's mouth opened wide, taking his cock deep, her tongue swirling with fervor, the curse making her crave every inch.
She had never done this-her virgin life in the forest had been chaste, untouched by even the thought of such acts-but the enchantment drove her, her lips stretching around his thickness, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.
I love Master's cock, her mind purred, her boobs pressing against his thighs, nipples grazing his skin, sending sparks through her. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, her pointed ears twitching with each moan.
Auren groaned, his hips thrusting, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. "Good elf doll," he rasped, squeezing her boobs with one hand, pinching a nipple until she moaned, "mmh," the vibration intensifying his pleasure.
Her pussy dripped, soaking the grass beneath her, her enchanted mind reveling in her role as his cum dump. She bobbed her head faster, tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft, her saliva coating him as she gagged slightly, pushing through to please him.
I'm Master's toy, I live for this, her thoughts echoed, her body trembling with forced ecstasy.
---
Author's Note:
Your support means the world to me! If you're enjoying the story, please consider donating Powerstones—it keeps me motivated and helps the story climb the ranks so more readers can discover it. Every stone counts!