The Price of Power Ch. 02

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Nessa tried to focus as hard as she could on the small patch of grass, feeling her Master's power flow through her body.

"Come on slut, I know you'd much prefer my cock up your tight ass right now, but you need to learn to use my power," Bastinor said as a sensual voice at the back of her mind.

She blushed as his words, it was annoying how they could take her from frustrated to aroused in a heart beat.

"Please don't distract me, Master," she said, still trying to concentrate.

A chuckle resonated inside her skull.

"You silly little bitch, think for a second with that cum bubble brain of yours..." his mean cutting words making her more flustered, "in battle you will not have the benefit of quietness, so consider this a little handicap."

She gritted her teeth, trying to focus the power.

"Besides, you're cute when castings spells with your nipples erect like nails..." she could not see him, but she was sure he had a stupid smile on his face right now.

Frustrated, Nessa groaned and as she did starry flows of power danced through her arms to her fingertips. A flash of light illuminated the ground where she was focusing, and a small rubberlike vine erupted from it, barely a forearms' length, but still, better than all her previous attempts.

"Still pathetic..." said Bastinor with a smug tone, "but definitely *much* better than before. Good job, little slut."

Nessa blushed and puffed her cheeks a bit at his words.

"Thank you, Master," she said, behaving like a well-trained puppy for him, and annoyed with herself with how much she liked it.

Her stomach growled gently, and she patted her belly while at the same time enjoying the smooth feeling of her clothes.

"When we're back in my realm, I'll be able to feed you just by dicking you like the good cock sleeve you are, but until that day comes, you should probably eat something," her Master's voice said in her mind.

Nessa pouted, she was indeed hungry, but now he made her think of his cock down her throat.

She shook her head to focus again and went to fetch her things from the bags her stallion was carrying.

The fae servants of her Master in the glade had equipped her thoroughly for her quest, with bags full of food, wonderfully crafted utensils and comfortable clothes for the trip.

Said clothes were... not her usual fare, they were either silken cloths and leathers that hugged her body leaving little to the imagination or so revealing she felt she could flash someone by mistake at almost any moment.

They were most definitely her Master's idea, further humiliating her to keep her aroused and docile.

And by the gods it felt good.

Her favourite gift from her Master was, however, the gorgeous white stallion that had stepped out of the stone circle when they were ready to depart.

He was a stunning creature, built like a tank but gentle like a puppy.

From the moment he nuzzled her and whinnied happily at her pets, she had melted into a puddle of happy babbling and squealed like a little girl that just got a pony.

She had named him Snow, which her Master found hilariously unoriginal, but she didn't care, she liked the name, and Snow seemed to like it too.

The stallion grazed nearby, enjoying some fresh grass while she practised her magic.

As soon as she was close, he nuzzled her with a happy whinny, and Nessa couldn't help but hug him lovingly.

"Enjoying that grass, handsome?"she said, petting him, "it does look very nice!"

Snow did a happy buff in response and resumed eating as she took some cooking instruments out of the bags on his back and some ingredients to cook a quick stew.

It was weird to have Bastinor perpetually in her head, but she was getting used to it. Thankfully, he only seemed to talk either when she needed him, or when... well... when it would turn her on.

Apparently manifesting outside his glade or realm is troublesome, so he keeps an eye through their binding and can use her as a conduit to show up if necessary.

Whatever that means.

"It means, my empty brained little toy, that I can use you as a portal of sorts if needed," Bastinor said, obviously having heard her thoughts.

Nessa blushed at his words, and resumed cooking her dinner.

"Understood, Master," she said, trying to keep her composure.

She could feel him grinning wherever he happened to be.

Focusing on her dinner again, Nessa cut up the ingredients and set up a little campfire to boil her pot, there was thankfully a stream nearby she could get some water from.

Content with how things looked, she decided to lay down for a bit and let her dinner cook.

She laid down on her unopened bedroll, using one of her bags as a pillow, her gaze drifting away into the dim light of the evening.

It was going to be dark soon, and the quiet mood here in the wild plus the soft crackling of the campfire lulled her into a daze.

Her mind drifted to the stars, and she felt as if she was floating in a calm warm ether, her Master's presence all around her.

She had wondered often in the last few days if his magic had changed her in some fundamental way, for she felt so at ease and... happy to be owned by him.

Did it even matter? He was keeping his word and helping her find her mother's killer, and being his toy was more enjoyable that being owned by an ancient immortal being had any right to be.

Her mind drifted further to lewd thoughts of her Master using her for his pleasure, and she felt her body tingle and shuffle just imagining the things he could do to her.

Suddenly, her mind was pulled back to the material world, and her eyes darted along her little camp.

Nessa jolted to action as she spotted a small greenish thing next to her bags.

The creature, quickly realizing it had been seen, dashed away with surprising speed.

Nessa quickly jumped to her feet to pursue, but the creature was about to disappear amongst the bushes.

"Use the power I've given you, now!" said Bastinor inside her own head.

She opened her eyes wide and focused on the otherworldly power she had become a conduit for, and with a noise that was half scream and half moan, tendrils of tender blue light criss-crossed her body, just as her eyes crackled with power and her Master's mighty horns materialized as fairy fire on her head.

A vine tendril erupted from the ground and lashed at the creature, enwrapping it with a whip-like crack and dragging it closer to Nessa.

The creature struggled in its restraints, literally trying to bite them off as Nessa came over to look at their interloper.

A goblin! Nessa thought to herself as soon as she got a proper look.

She had met goblins in her village before, there were several groups that lived amongst the different peoples of the realm in their cities and villages, but this one looked feral and wild.

The goblin was small and slender, probably not much higher than Nessa's belly, which made her quite small, considering Nessa was a bit short herself.

Her hair was a wild curly mass of black strands, tied together in a ponytail that seemed ready to burst. She didn't wear much, just some leather wraps around her chest and some hastily put together short pants made of cloth scraps and more leather.

The interlopers body was wiry, the fibres of her muscles clearly visible under her green skin.

What caught Nessa's eye, thought, was her tail. Not all goblins have tails, but she appeared to be one of those that did. It was like a long fleshy rope, thicker at the base and ending in a cute tuff of black fur.

She was behaving like an angry beast caught in a trap, snarly and biting at it in a desperate drive to run away.

Nessa gave her a disapproving look... until she saw her hand.

A loaf of bread was being tightly held in her grasp, refusing to let go of it even when attempting to break free.

Softly, as the wave of realization hit her, Nessa dropped her guard and softened her stance, a worried expression on her face.

She walked back to her small campfire and poured some of her stew onto the bowl she had readied.

Then, very slowly, she approached her captive again, squatting to be closer to the ground where she was still struggling.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" Nessa said, offering the bowl, "this should be much nicer than just some dry bread."

The goblin stopped struggling for a second and looked at her with furtive eyes. She was obviously surprised by her offer.

"I'm going to release you now, OK?" Nessa said to her uninvited guest, "no need to run, I'm not going to hurt you if you just want some food."

The small green creature looked at her with a mix of surprise and shock that made her stop struggling in her restraints for a second.

Wishing for the best, Nessa dropped the spell powering the vine, and just as it had burst off the ground from nowhere, it slowly untangled the goblin and retreated into the earth.

"What are you doing?" asked her Master in her head.

"It... just feels like the right thing, Master," she thought back.

The goblin lady at first got ready to run, but she caught a whiff of the stew Nessa was offering, and slowly turned back, her hunger getting the better of her.

She looked at Nessa with her red eyes, a confused mess of fear and pleading.

"It's OK," said Nessa, moving the bowl closer, "I'll share my dinner with you if you're hungry, no need to steal some bread."

Carefully, the goblin girl reached out with her tiny hands and grabbed the bowl, moving away from Nessa as she held it close to her chest.

She squatted with her back towards a tree and took a good smell of it, before she started to take big gulps of it, messily eating with a delighted face.

Despite her lack of tact, Nessa thought she was very cute, particularly her long pointy ears, much longer and thicker than those of an elf, that twitched and raised or dropped almost like those of a cat.

"You like it?" said Nessa, sitting with her legs crossed in front of her, though keeping some distance to not stress her out.

The goblin lass nodded effusively while devouring her dinner.

Nessa smiled, happy that she had made her day better.

"What's your name?" she asked, trying to strike up conversation.

The goblin lady raised her ears and gave her a big toothy smile.

Her teeth were sharp, yet not full canines as you would expect from a carnivore. It made her smile look bigger and more threatening than it should, but for some reason Nessa still thought it's cute.

"Grisha!" said the goblin excitedly.

Nessa smiled back at her.

"Lovely to meet you, Grisha! I'm Nessa," said the half elven lass, trying her best to be diplomatic.

Grisha smiled again before returning to her food, literally liking her bowl clean.

"Thank you for the food!" she said excitedly and with a satisfied face, "can... can Grisha have more?"

Nessa giggled and stood up, extending a hand towards her.

"Sure! Come over and join me for dinner," she said, waving her over.

Grisha walked over to Nessa timidly, and followed her to the camp closely, but without getting within arms reach of the half elf, almost like a wild animal still wary of a person.

Nessa sat down next to her pot and pointed at the bowl that Grisha was still holding against her chest.

"I'll refill it for you," said Nessa with a smile.

The goblin lass gave her the bowl back timidly, but she was obviously excited.

Nessa giggled and filled it back for her, handing it over slowly.

Grisha almost pounced on the bowl, taking big slurps as her tail lashed happily behind her.

"You're very cute," said Nessa, looking at her visitor with curiosity.

The goblin girl looked at her, lowering her bowl a bit, and gave her a big smile as her ears perked up.

"You are pretty too!" she said before going back to gulping.

It didn't take long for her to finish and slump on the grass with a satisfied smile.

"Damn, you were hungry!" said Nessa, getting her bowl back from her new friend.

Grisha nodded back at her, resting with her back against the grass.

"Had not eaten for two nights!" she said, rubbing her cute green belly.

Nessa sat next to her on the grass, and extended a hand towards her, as if asking if she could touch her.

Grisha responded with a look of surprise, but Nessa went ahead and petted her messy hair, making the goblin make a comical face of delight.

"Why are you so nice to Grisha?" she asked, following her hand and almost nestling next to Nessa.

The half elf smiled and thought to herself for a second.

"It just felt like the right thing to do," she said trying to detangle the mess that was Grisha's mane, in vain, "why are you here all alone?"

It was something that had been bothering her for a while, goblins, especially wild ones like Grisha, rarely venture out alone, strength in numbers and all that.

The small goblin girl paused for a second as her ears dropped.

"Tribe does not want Grisha any more," she said, obviously bitter about it.

Nessa really wanted to hug her after hearing this.

"I... also have lost my home," said Nessa, trying to sympathize with her new friend.

Grisha slowly raised her head, locking her eyes onto Nessa's.

"You are alone too?" asked the goblin, her voice trembling slightly.

Nessa nodded.

"Well, not completely alone," Nessa said, not wanting to lie to Grisha, "I have Snow, my horse, and... well..."

The goblin girl tilted her head, looking at Nessa with curiosity.

"Well?" she asked, inquisitively.

Nessa bit her lip.

"Well, my Master is always with me," she said, feeling Bastinor smile to himself, wherever he was exactly."

Grisha's ears perked up.

"Pretty lady has a Master?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

Nessa couldn't help but to blush and nod.

"I... I made a deal with a spirit, so he would help me find who killed my mother and save my village," she wasn't entirely sure why she was confessing this to this random goblin lass while alone in the woods, but her heartfelt light just from saying these words.

Grisha was looking at her with a childish smile and a look of amazement.

"So powerful spirit helps you?!" she said excitedly.

Nessa nodded.

"Yeah, but in exchange, I'm his," she said looking to the side, trying to hide that it made her aroused just to say this.

To her surprise, Grisha sprang to her feet and placed her hands on Nessa's knees, looking straight into her eyes.

"Could Grisha also make deal with spirit?!" the goblin asked, her tail lashing behind her.

Nessa stood there for a moment with a comical look of surprise on her face.

"You... you want to make a deal with my Master? But you don't know him! What if he asked you to be his property too?" Nessa said, feeling an ephemeral grin on the back of her mind.

Grisha looked back at her with a toothy smile.

"I'd follow a powerful spirit! My old tribe could not mess with me any more!" she said as if stating the obvious, "and I also get to ask for boon! Much better than grimy old clan chief!"

Nessa raised an eyebrow while staring at her new friend. Grisha's values were... odd, compared to hers, but her enthusiasm seemed genuine.

She concentrated on the back of her mind, reaching out to Bastinor.

"Master?" she asked, sheepishly, "did you hear all that?"

After a second, a chuckle resonated inside her head.

"I did, and I love this little creature, I think I will negotiate with her, besides, you need companions in your quest, and she could be trained into an excellent scout..."

Nessa nodded to herself.

As she was about to ask how if Bastinor wanted her to tell this to Grisha an overwhelming flood of sensations washed through her body.

With a completely unashamed and loud whorish moan, she dropped to her knees as the ghostly figure of her Master emerged from her body.

It felt as if her whole body was an orifice and Bastinor had rammed through it to make himself manifest.

Nessa felt used, and invaded, as if every fibre of her body had been penetrated and orgasmed on by her Master.

And she loved it.

With long deep breaths, she tried to reassert control over her body, which was tingling non-stop as it reverberated from what can only be described as a full body orgasm.

Before her, Bastinor slowly coalesced into a solid shape.

He was wearing the guide of the humanoid white hart that had claimed her a few nights ago.

The visage of his gorgeous fur and delectable body made her lick her lips in anticipation, her unconscious mind betraying her desires.

Grisha's eyes were open as wide as they could muster as she gawked at the fey lord.

To say she was in awe was an understatement.

But to both Nessa and Bastinor's surprise, she quickly took a more brazen pose and grinned while pointing at the massive bipedal back in front of her.

"You look powerful... and hot!" she said with no shame.

Bastinor slowly squatted on the grass, his big hand landing gently on Nessa's head, who nuzzled it like a well-trained dog.

She loved the touch of his fur against her, and she was finding it hard to exercise self-control right now.

He paid her no mind while petting her, and focused on the goblin addressing him.

"You are a bundle of surprises, little Grisha," he said with his preternatural voice, "tell me, what did you want from me?"

The tiny goblin lady placed her fists on her hips, looking up at the powerful feylord.

"I want my own tribe!" she said in a decisive tone, "my own family to be part of!"

Bastinor looked at her in silence, before an evil grin showing in his mouth that made Nessa shiver and bite her lip.

"I can make that happen for you, Grisha," he said, grinning, "in exchange, I demand you swear yourself to me and assist my cum-addled little toy in her quest."

Nessa pouted at his words, aroused yet annoyed.

"Help the nice, pretty lady?" Grisha extended her hand, "deal!"

Bastinor held her hand with two of his big fingers and shook it, his starry eyes shining over his new toy.

"You will refer to me as Master now, Grisha, and once you have helped my toy complete her quest I will take you both to my realm, where I will breed you till you have as many tribes' kin as you desire," he said, his words hanging in the murmur of the woods.

Nessa was afraid Grisha would be disturbed by her Master's edict, but to her shock, the goblin lass was looking at her new Master as if she was staring into joy itself, a smile as wide as her face drawn on her.

"You will give me your powerful children? And I get to be the tribe's brood mother?!" almost bouncing with happiness, "Grisha is one lucky goblin!"

Talk about differences in culture, Nessa thought. She was relieved, though, she liked Grisha and would not have enjoyed having her resentfully joining her quest.

"Excellent," said Bastinor slowly turning his head towards Nessa, "little fuck doll, get yourself and Grisha undressed and present her to me for taking. I will claim my new toy."

Nessa blushed at the order, noticing her skin tingle and her nipples rub against her shirt, excited and shy at the same time. She was on new territory again.

"Ye...yes, Master," she said sheepishly, standing up and moving next to Grisha, who radiated excitement.

The lovely half-elf knelt next to her new partner, and timidly started undressing her.

Grisha was still grinning ear to ear, and she didn't mind at all that Nessa was removing what few clothes she was wearing.

Underneath her rags, she actually had a fantastic body, oddly proportioned, due to her size, but otherwise slender and sinuous like a cat's.

She had no visible body hair, and the lovely green of her skin looked lovely next to the light of the camp.