NTR Quest 47 - Demonkine - Use the Prince's Power (Patreon)
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Once you decided to shift your tactics somewhat based off of what you just learned about the Prince's abilities it was a simple matter to force your way inside of him. First, in a very physical sense. Finally, in a more useful sense. You avoided eye contact as you performed the act, wary of what you were uncertain of. The only thing you seemed to know about what he could do was that he was seemingly able to 'motivate' someone, including himself, to stick to certain instructions.
You had no idea if the perfect connection you learned would even work on him, as it was the first time using it on a male. Thankfully, after an arduous struggle you opened your eyes as the Prince and felt your own body fall limp against your back. The boy's own emotions were still powerful, even with you in control. You felt indignation, anger and malice. Those were obvious, but something that stuck out to you was the overall malice and evil that you felt while being him. There was no longer even an ounce of guilt for what you were about to do, not that you held much to begin with due to Teuta's eventual fate.
You brushed your own body off of your back and quickly lifted yourself up to stare into the mirror. It was as you would expect. The Prince staring back at you with emerald eyes. The worry you had was that they would still affect you, even if you were occupying his body. For a very specific reason you decided that you may be safe. For one, though you felt a general narcissism when looking in the mirror, that was all from his emotions. You did not feel the same draw towards him when staring into the eyes. You took a deep breath and felt terror begin to set in as you started speaking from his mouth. It was odd, because the prince seemed almost aware of what was happening and could do nothing, unlike Heilan who had been completely subsumed for the most part.
“I pledge obedience to the Hero. No... Not just obedience, proactive assistance.” The Prince's emotions stopped running wild as you said that. All that remained were dread and indignance as he lost the ability to even attempt to fight what you were doing. Still, that was not going to be the end of it. You wanted to guarantee he would not hurt you or anyone else.
“I pledge to lock away my abilities, except in cases where the Hero directs me to use them.” You felt giddy knowing that your sudden change of plans was actually working. You did not know you had a devious bone in your body until that moment.
“I pledge to never lie to the Hero or say or do anything that would harm the Hero or the Hero's party.” You felt like that was a good place to stop. There was further to go, for sure, but you had covered your bases. The rest would simply be going overboard to solidify your control over the Prince's mind. The most important thing was to stop him from harming you or anyone else. The rest was simply punishment. Leaving him aware of what was happening, aware of what you had done to him and was going to do to him. It made you happy.
You left his body and stared at him confidently. The Prince turned around and glared at you. You said nothing about him having to like anything you had done and you would not have had it any other way. You did not want him to like it. If he thought he liked it that would have diminished the punishment.
“You...” He seethed.
“I can't believe you-”
“Down girl.” You pointed down. The lithe Prince's eyes widened as he was forced to answer the order with obedience.
“The same position you forced Teuta into.” You thought it appropriate. The prince thought it humiliating as his muscles offered spasms and struggled against the order.
“N-no! Just kill me, damn you! Stupid Hero! I hate you!” He spat out as his body contorted into a squatted, spread-eagle stance. His hands rose like that of an obedient animal then finally he lost the ability to speak properly as his tongue fell out over his bottom lip. He started panting like a dog.
“Good girl!” You said gleefully, leaning down to pat the Prince's blonde head. He merely whimpered as you drew closer, your cock almost pressing against his face.
“How do your powers work? You can pull your tongue back in to tell me easier...” As enjoyable as it would have been to watch him try to speak like that, you wanted to air on the side of utility for that question, at least. You could see the words almost catching in his throat as he fought them back, but then they came like a flood. There was nothing he could do.
“You can not lie to me and you are attracted to me. Those parts can not be locked away, just so you know...” He paused, offering the same struggle between sentences. It was useless. Gradually he just surrendered and started speaking with less of a pained tone. His cheeks flushed deeply.
“I can enter into agreements with intelligent and unintelligent beings. So long as they agree or swear in some way the agreement is solidified into law in their mind and can not be avoided. It is a geas...”
It all made sense, suddenly. He could force himself to pledge to get skinny, or to get into whatever shape he wanted. So long as it was within his power it did not matter if he did not have the will to do it, he simply had to. Along those lines, if you had made any deals with him, you had lost the freedom to break it. It was a powerful ability for politics specifically.
“Well, that's pretty convenient. Hide your disdain, by the way. You can still hate what's happening. I'd prefer it, but there's something about you being forced to smile happily through it that makes me happy.” The prince could only fight it for barely a second before he gulped and settled permanently into a contented smile.
“Good.” You started thinking of where to go with it next.
“You need to assist me proactively and you can't lie?”
“Correct.” The Prince said simply in a deceptively chipper tone. You could read the disdain behind the smile.
“What's the most humiliating role you could perform for me as a female, 'Princess?'” Thinking of the best way to go through with what you wanted to happen you added deviously.
“Instead of answering, I want you to keep the role in your mind, and know that I need two things right now. I need a girl in front of me and I need her to strive to be the best in the world at that role for my purposes.”
“Yes...” The moment you stopped speaking you felt the Prince lean in to press his lips to your cock gently. The same surrender that the orc must have felt with Luire is what you felt in that moment. Rather than having to pull it out of the Prince, she simply surrendered it to you. All of her masculinity left her and flowed into you in it's purest form. You felt it churning inside of your balls and hardening your member. Once she was done the girl leaned back and lowered her head.
“May I enter your service, Master?”
“What are you?” You asked curious.
“What I would li-” Behind her smile her teeth gritted. She could not stop the words from flowing from her lips.
“like is to be you maid, Master.”
Rather than accept, you surprised her by cocking your head and questioning. “Do you have any experience?”
She seemed pained by the question, as though her sanity depended on her being accepted into your service as the role she chose as most humiliating.
“None personally, but I have observed them all my life and know how one is to act...”
“Good enough.” She breathed a sigh of relief.
“But wait...” The former Prince cringed as you leaned close to her ear and took a handful of her golden hair.
“Turn around, look into that mirror and say something for me...” You released her. She turned and stared into the mirror. You got close and held her shoulders.
“Lock into your mind this: I want you to wake up every morning remembering how much of a humiliation this is for you. How, and how much you lost. If that smile and tone were ever to become genuine and you were ever to enjoy what you are, you are going to remember the hatred and disdain you have for me and what I've done as though it's fresh on your mind. In those moment I want your smile to become more vibrant and your voice to become even more cheerful as you thank me genuinely from the bottom of your heart for what I've done to you.”
She seemed dazed repeating all of that. Finally, when she turned around she smiled genuinely and said in a tone that was that happiest you had ever heard. “Thank you, Master. From the bottom of my heart.” The girl bowed deeply. As you fed on the malice and masculinity and felt the satisfaction of what you had done there was a sudden head rush. You reached up and ran your fingers through your dark hair only to feel two unusual new additions. The feeling of the tent and your surroundings was like that of when your ears popped. Sudden clarity. Sitting on either side of your head were two long, dark fox ears that twitched when you touched them. They were fuzzy on the inside, and sensitive. Notably absent were the human ears you used to own.
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Kara touched the ears. “This is unexpected.” She had come straight from her 'job' and was wearing the skimpy dancer attire that the raccoon had given her. She was basically nude aside from some very airy, see-through silk clothing and golden jewelry. You gritted your teeth as she ran her delicate hands over your ears. It made you notice that your canines were slightly longer than before. You still had no tail, but you were taller by a few inches and more toned. You had gained very little in bulk, however.
“What? That I have ears.”
“No, that you're male while having these ears...” She mused. Her golden eyes were wide as she looked you over.
“Really, really unexpected.” She uttered, licking her lips subtly.
“Something must have changed.”
“I learned techniques from an orc.” You said frankly.
Kara sputtered and spat. “W-what!? Are you stupid?”
“He's joining the group.”
The girl leaned back and grimaced. “What!?”
“Hey.” You said seriously.
“You lied to me about having to lean 'female' to use this Core.”
She looked indignant. Kara stood back with her hands on her wide, bare hips. “I'm not lying if I didn't know! Sorry, you're probably just the first guy to come out of an encounter with an orc as MORE manly somehow... You know those are the only dudes I wont fuck with, right?”
“I didn't know that, but I guess it worked out. Is it true that there aren't any males of your type?”
“Yes. Until now.” She offered begrudgingly.
“Why are you so upset?”
“I wanted a better sister, not...” She trailed off as she motioned in general towards your body and shape and ears.
You bristled at both implications. “Yeah, well I wanted a better teacher. He taught me and in one day I am more masculine than I've ever been and have bested at least one of the problems I was facing.”
“You're also a fox boy thanks to him.” She stated accurately.
“Thanks to you first, then him. If it was just you I'd be like Raithe.”
“Wouldn't that be nice? Being a girl is way more fun! I'm serious!” She seemed serious. You could tell she was not lying and genuinely believed that, so you could not get too mad.
“Well, I'm sure a lot of other boys will be very happy when I use my new technique on them, then. Being a girl is more fun, right?” You smirked at her.
She covered her mouth to hide a genuine smile. She wanted to be upset at you but was finding it difficult.
“L-look. I actually... You know what, I think I can definitely support this. It's not what I was expecting but you're basically kin, now.” She huffed lightly and stepped forward, patting you on the shoulder.
“That being said, you should keep me closer than that orc... Those guys are dangerous.”