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Long Live the King 3
🕑 Added 2024-02-17 05:46:15 +0000 UTCThe power of love and friendship is truly terrifying indeed. My glimpse into the future had revealed to me its true insidious nature... it would slip past my defenses and reach me in my most vulnerable state. When I dropped my guard, believing that I had the right of things and knew just what was going on, it would strike, and I would never realize I'd been duped, played and positively tricked.
I had seen how the power of Love and Friendship and Companions could destroy me from within, turn me into something I was not, change me from the Lord and Master of All Things Dark into a mere king, who bowed to the whims and desires of people.
What use were the masses to me, if I could achieve all that they could with but a snap of my fingers and a flick of my wrist? It was evident to me that a more intelligent touch was needed. I certainly don't wish to be so intensely bored that I wish for it all to end, but there's challenge, and then there's willingly allowing myself to be defeated by the most insidious of enemies.
My mind spells were still the way to go, of course.
If I allow the Heroine to remain as her pure and perfect self, I've seen what she will do to me. My path of conquest became one of peace and resolution of conflict.
That is why when I alighted on her property, when I interrupted a dispute between herself and the pathetic wretch she had apparently decided to build a life with, I did not waste my time.
I still needed the heroine to submit to me, and to do so willingly, my plan hinged on changing the power of love and friendship from one that would change me, into one that would serve me, and that meant she still had to hold those feelings for me in the future... so I didn't just brainwash her immediately using the mind magics that I've perfected.
No, instead, I cast my spells upon her to make her relive every moment of abuse she had suffered at the hands of her so called husband, every scream, every yell, every accusation, every unprovoked attack, every uncalled for battle, every argument and baseless denouncement, I replayed all of them for her. Looking into the past was easier and more reliable than looking into the future.
All I had to do was, as I broke through the wall, cast the spell upon her and let the very situation itself guide her thoughts, as the worthless bag of meat that was her husband screamed something I didn't even register, I pushed my hands forward, dark energy pulsing as my spell utterly obliterated her unprepared defenses, weakened from disuse, and she cycled through the despair her very lover had caused her.
And then?
And then I did it again. I made her relive it all again. And again. And then another time, just to be sure.
She came out of the trance merely eight seconds after I put her in it, after eight loops of suffering, each loop taking a single second of her trance. I let my lips curl into a smile. She was beaten, battered, but not quite broken yet.
I made a knife out of dark power and demonic magic, and tossed it in front of her, it stabbed into the wooden ground. "This is what you sacrificed everything for. They took everything from you and rewarded you with hell," I said. "Take this, and get your life back," I said, "sever the ties that bind you!"
She took my knife, and for a moment, she looked at me as if she wanted to attack me, instead, with it. But then her husband's voice, shrill, high pitched, angry and desperate. Barking orders. Demanding that she attack me, that she kill me, that she fight for him. And then she didn't need my help to remember everything she had suffered at the hands of that man, the reward she had gotten after achieving the impossible and defeating me.
The man didn't even have a chance to realize what was going on as the heroine.
As her eyes, wild and full of rage, hatred and despair, showed the first signs of the corruption setting in, the corrosion of my power coursing through her via the dagger I had gifted her, I smirked. The heroine Keira fell the instant she let her rage control her and she used a demonic weapon to slay a human for the very first time.
Oh dear, the humans have no idea what they have lost with their infinite stupidity.
Their heroine is gone. This isn't Keira, Human Heroine and hope of the mortal races. No, this was Keira, wielder of a demonic blade, fallen and corrupted heroine. As my power coursed through her, dark energy covered her, and she dropped my dagger, covered her face with her hands, and screamed in pain, bolts of red electricity coursed through her, then she was flooded with power.
Her skin became pale, her peasant dress was ragged, her teeth seemed sharper, her eyes gained a reddish tint, and her trembling stopped. She gasped in ecstasy. She was... beautiful, of course, in the same way the most powerful magic is. Her hair lost its color, but not its luster. I grabbed her and pushed her down, and then my clothes disappeared, while the remnants of her peasant dress were torn off of her.
I took her mouth with mine and stuck my tongue inside, and then I pushed my hard cock into her waiting pussy. She wasn't wet at first but that changed quickly, as her body submitted to mine. Not via mind control, but by the simple fact that she had totally given up and broken. So quickly, so easily, but then... a foolish human did most of the job of priming her for me, and I just gave her the chance!
I spared Keira no effort, ramming into her, fucking her into the ground, shattering the planks that made up her floor in order to do so, we in fact made it a point to destroy the house she had shared with her now dead husband, she took great pleasure in fucking in every corner of this house as we did so, bent over the counters of the kitchen, on the dinner table, in the living room, every part of her house was destroyed by our mad rush of desire, finalizing with the marital bed she had shared with her husband, where I laid into her, face to face once again, slamming my body into hers with powerful force until the bed could take it no more and its frame shattered as I poured my demonic seed into her corrupted cunt, going directly into her womb, where it would rush to fertilize her eggs, to spawn the first generation of demon-hero hybrid children.
Not that I stopped with that.
With Keira's full cooperation thanks to her corruption, it was easy to use my powers on the Queen of the largest human Kingdom, the human Nanette. The Queen was an upstanding and even uptight person, very dignified, calm and collected, but harboring a deep desire to let go of her ironclad control, to allow someone else to take the reins and tell her what to do.
Keira confirmed this while sucking me off one morning, explaining the the human queen Nanette was at her best when she was following orders rather than giving them.
We got to the palace, Keira disguised to hide her new demonic attributes, and then we had a private meeting with the Queen in a drawing room deep in the palace, which is when I sprung the trap, casting my mind spells, sending repeating messages to submit, to let go, to let me take care of everything, to do as I said, to bask in the happiness of obedience...
She didn't want to fall, and it seemed like, at first, she would keep it together, despite me attempting to coax her to give up... but Keira came in clutch, whispering sweetly into Nanette's ear how much more free she felt when she gave herself to me, and tasted freedom of responsibility for the first time.
And that was that.
My magic covered Nanette as well, her skin darkened, turning from its healthy color to a nearly coal black, her eyes became red, and she became as demonized as Keira, who took her former friend's, now sister's, head in hand, and gave me a blowjob with it, using her former precious comrade as a toy, which she loved, spraying her cunt juice from between her legs. I didn't even notice Keira rip the queen's robes off.
As I sat there getting my dick sucked by a former enemy, I pondered where to go next, remembering the order my alternate future self went about.
Next was Ophelia, chief of the elves. She was just as simple as Nanette, but for different reasons. Unlike Nanette, she had to deal with a far more entrenched level of stupidity in her own people. Her frustrations were peaked, and she harbored many regrets. Her desires burned, she wished to see her own people brought to their knees.
She longed to see them brought low, more specifically, she longed to see the Elders that looked down upon her simply due to their advanced age... forced to return to their youth. So that's what we offered her. For mortals, immortality appears to be the end goal of many of them.
For the greatest of alchemists, a Philosopher's Stone was the greatest creation they could possibly produce and required decades if not over a century of accumulated knowledge, effort, work and materials... for me, it took a single afternoon, especially with access to the fallen heroines Keira and Nanette. With it in hand, we offered the Elixir of Youth to Ophelia, Grand Elder... and despite herself, despite her knowledge that it was wrong, she would soon become the only elder, as the others drank the potion of youth, and lost centuries of age...
That was just the first bit of humiliation she subjected her own people to, of course, many more would follow, and with each one she gave in more to the darkness that bubbled forth from within, until she was responding to their insults and attacks with brutal violence... and before she knew it, her skin became a stony gray, and the Grand Elder of the elves became a Dark Elf, crowned as I held her legs up in front of all her people as she declared that I was now the ruler of the elves, while I fucked her in front of her people.
The next one was the wolf woman, Merida, and for her, I didn't even bother with subtlety or planning. I assaulted the prison that her father kept her in, locked up to be used and abused as a tool for political gain. She didn't need any sort of convincing, she had it even worse than Keira after all, and when I empowered her with the darkness, she became the first Werewolf, letting go of reason and becoming a beast that rid the world of all beastmen, leaving only her fellow beastwomen, dragging each of them to me to give them the same blessing I had given her.
Her fellow heroines regained a very tiny fraction of their true selves, out of guilt for not helping their friend even though she had so obviously needed the help, unable to navigate the complex world of politics being a wild brawler without much in the way of a strategic mind... but it only caused them to fall even further into my grip.
Merida refused to regain her reason, and sank even further into her animalistic self, she became more of a pet than a wife, her ears grew, her hair grew to be more like a wolf's fur, and she grew fur cuffs along her ankles and wrists, but I didn't mind it, after all, she fit in very well. It's amusing to think that I turned her into a sex fiend, but the mere fact that she actually enjoys what I do to her means that she has no objection to becoming my pet. Her father was a fool, he could've had an obedient hound, if he had but treated her with a little bit of affection... instead, he gave her to me, and was torn apart by his own daughter's claws.
And then Galtana of the Dwarves attempted to assassinate me. The Highest Ranked High Craftlord, had created a weapon that she thought would make up for the difference of lacking the rest of the Heroines, and could bridge the gap. It didn't, and in fact, Keira blocked it with contemptuous ease. Before the dwarven woman even knew what was going on, she was already on her back, defeated by Merida.
But she was... less straightforward to turn to my side. She longed to toss the restraints put upon her by her people's codes, she wanted to invent more radical creations, she wanted to be able to make what she wanted to make, and not what she was told she was supposed to make...
So I promised her exactly that. And I gave it to her. I used my brainwashing power to have her ideas run free, no longer restrained by her morals and thoughts, and I poured my power into her, turning her towards the possibilities of unrestrained experiments, with demonic power fueling her... and she gave in, she let go, she, too, became a corrupted being. Her appearance changed the least, her eyes would glow as if they were on fire, but she was the most impactful change among the heroines, going from a mostly moral blacksmith who worked primarily with weapons and armor, into a perverted beast that created many sexual toys, which were used on my growing harem of fallen heroines.
The next two came together. Toluca, the greatest mage of all the lands other than myself, and Rara, a gnomish inventor who used mechanical contraptions to fight. The convoluted assassination attempt, involving many mechanical monsters powered with magic and the usage of spells that were as strange as they were dangerous, eventually ended with the two of them defeated. For all their cleverness and preparation, they were facing not just an opponent they had needed their friends to defeat before, but more importantly, my fallen Heroines were stronger than they ever had been before, and defeated them easily.
Brought to their knees before me, I thought to corrupt them, but... Toluca, the Sage, had a deep seated fetish for slavery, it was the one thing that she could never accept for herself, and yet, it was what she desired most of all. She, and she alone, I did not corrupt, instead, I stuck a slave collar on her, and let her corrupt herself, by ordering her to delve into and understand my demonic power, and accept it into herself.
While she did that, I focused on Rara, and... well...
I found out that the Gnome was uncorruptible. Not because she was pure, but because she was such a perverted fiend to begin with. She never restrained herself. Unlike all the others, there was nothing hidden deep within, there was nothing that could be brought forth. No great, big regrets, no despair.
So instead...
I made her an offer, and she just... accepted it. She understood what was happening. What was to come... and she was ready. I think she always knew she and Toluca were going to fail. Because she already had a toy phallus attached to a harness ready to go, and before I knew it, we were double-teaming Toluca who was, per my orders, taking my demonic power into herself without my input.
She lost control of it, took in far more than she could deal with, and as she was orgasming, she became a devilish witch, becoming as pale as a ghost, with nearly transparent white skin, like an apparition of snow, and lost all will to resist me and her former friend.
Rara, the Gnome, and indeed her entire race, did not become darkened and stained by my power... they simply fell into their place with glee. They cast off the restraints of the 'good' races, as they called themselves, and instead simply fit into my new Kingdom with me.
The entire world was headed towards the same corruption that had befallen the heroines, and it was only a matter of time... I can't help but feel a little unsatisfied as I look upon my kingdom. This might've been just a tad too easy... Perhaps I'll even let a new group of heroes rise to become a decent challenge. Thoughts for the future.
Speaking of the future...
I finished glancing into it, and made an executive decision. Clearly, what that version of me was lacking was the satisfaction of having true and absolute control over his people, which I decided was a must, so instead of what he went with, I've decided, I'll go for full and absolute control instead.
As I dismissed the spell to peer into the future, I already began drawing plans and ideas for a mind control spell that would totally remove the will of my targets, not knowing just what awaited me in the future, now that I'd changed it.
Many years later, I'd remember this time where I was making a decision, and thought that I should send myself a message, so that I can avoid the unrelenting boredom I've subjected myself to. Hopefully I will heed my own warning, and then it all began again, and again...
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Ignacio Nadeo
I can't sleep. My head is killing me. I want to sleep. But I can't. I tried my best, I need to finish.
