Book 3: Chapter 9

"Eh? Wh-what are you saying?" Megara tries to protest. 

“Ah, well, Florian's former party are pretty, aren’t they?” Mal laughs with her fists on her sides, shooting Megara a challenging look. 

Perhaps seeing a hero's girls go to me was her only way to find some pleasure after similarly being dominated. 

Lamilia steps forward first. “I will join your harem if you save my tribe." 

“I have to save your tribe first?” I frown, looking up and down her brown, smooth skin.

Lamilia’ face doesn’t change expression as she speaks. “If you promise, you can have me now.”

“Ah, Lamilia! Put down your skirt!” It is Nala who whimpers this while trying to stop Lamilia who is lifting her skirt like a school girl revealing herself.

“Alright, after I have my way with you I’ll definitely probably save your tribe. I promise it.” I declare.

“Good. Then you shall be my benefactor where Florian failed.”

"Geh!" Meg made a noise, lowering her head in a blush. 

As for her being Florian, I hadn't told the two women. As far as they knew, Florian had been turned into a puppet and fled. Lamilia didn't seem all that bothered. It turned out her mission had nothing to do with Florian. 

“What of you, Nala?” I ask.

“My lord!” She gave a rough curtsy. “M-m-my heart belongs to another…”

“What about your body?” I ask.

"Y-you! How can you ask a lady that!" Megara cried out. 

“Ah! M-m-m-m-m-m-m-y body…” She looks like she’s about to cry. “Florian is still out there. He’s being controlled by that monster. If you save him..."

"Don't listen to him, Nala... Mm... Mmm..." I stop Megara from speaking so much and lean forward.

"If?" 

I-i-i-if you save… my fr—florian, can you promise not to k-kill him… will that suffice?”

“Suffice for what?” I ask, sitting back in my chair like a tyrant.

“Ah, well… this… and that…”

“Describe this and that.”

“You…” Nala was nearly in tears. “I know the kinds of things you’ll want me to do. You’ll make me drink a ton of water!”

“Water!?”

“And then when I really have to pee, you’ll bend me over and stick your dick in my butt!”

“What!” I nearly spit out my drink.

“What?” Megara somehow managed to break through my spell. 

“The butt! And then you’ll plow me from behind, while pulling my hair really hard and slapping my butt until it’s all red and swollen and then when I cum I won’t be able to hold it and I’ll pee all over and you’ll be like ‘Hey… Nala… aren’t you just a dirty slut!’ And then you’ll make me have to lick it off the ground!”

“Do you think you’re Tiana!”

“And then as I’m licking it off the ground, you’ll punish me with a whip and call me a dirty whore while I have to touch my pussy and pleasure myself in front of you! And then you’ll shoot your cum on the floor and tell me to lick it up too, and then I have to follow the cum trail, crawling across the floor while you whip my behind, making sure I don’t miss a drop and when I finally get to the end you’ll use your whole fist!”

“My whole fist?”

“All of it, and you’ll violate me, over and over, never stopping, raping me and beating me until I orgasm over and over again and I’m just a whorish mess of piss and cum!”

"Jesus, Nala!" Megara cried out. 

“By Gods, woman get a hold of yourself!” I declare, slapping her.

Finally, she stops, but she looks like she liked the slap a bit too much. She looking around while panting for breath, her face quite flushed. Megara has her mouth open, unable to even react. 

“Ah!” Nala covered her mouth, unable to speak as her face turned red.

Tears welled in her eyes and she turned and ran away, crying.

“… man… she really is a freak.” I mutter to myself.

“That actually does sound like something you’d do though,” Grimhilde adds.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to say it…”