The ogre chose a high hill jutting out of the swamp, a small island of dry land in a sea of murk. It was a wise choice—from here, the creature could see any potential threats coming from miles away. Six watched from the bushes as the ogre settled down, its massive form folding into a seated position with surprising grace.
The ogre began to build a fire.
It was a simple thing—gathering dead branches, striking a flint against a rock, coaxing the flames to life. But there was something almost... ritualistic about the way it moved, like this was a comfort, a routine from a time before the swamp had claimed it.
Six observed, her mind racing.
This is my chance. My only chance.
She needed to complete another rite of dominance to ascend to the Bronze Tier of the Dominator Queen path, it might as well be the ogre. And she had an ulterior plan.
The ogre roasted a few tentacle balls alive, skewering them on sticks and holding them over the flames. Six could hear the wet, sizzling sounds even from where she hid, and her stomach turned. The tentacle balls squealed as they cooked, a high-pitched, horrifying sound that made her want to clap her hands over her ears.
But she didn't.
She watched.
And as she watched her plan solidified. She began to slowly undress from her travelers garb, packing them away into her satchel, and pulled ouot her long pointhy witch hat.
For maximum effectiveness she would use her Veil of Wanton Shadows movement skill, She read the description again to be sure of it's effects.
Veil of Wanton Shadows (Evasion / Reposition)
Aspect Detail
Rank Mortal-Grade, Mid
Orgone Cost 80 per use
Cooldown 3 seconds
Current Mastery █████░░░░░ 52%
Effect:
Six dissolves into fiery dark smoke, reappearing within 25 meters
Leaves behind a Lingering Mirage (lasts 2 sec) that enemies may target
Passing through an enemy applies [Whispered Temptation] Debuff: -10% attack accuracy, mild disorientation
Enhanced Effect (Lust Path Synergy):
If Six reappears behind a target: Next attack gains +25% penetration against mental defenses
Target's arousal/agitation index spikes (increases Breath absorption efficiency.)
Six slowly manuevered into position moving slowly from bush to bush, she wanted to be behind him to gain the extra 10% accuracy when she used her special eye technique from the path of lust & temptation, "Heart Eye Havoc."
After a bit of negotiating on her hands and kness Six finally felt confident for what she was about to do next. If her attempt failed he would have atleast a -10% attack accuracy, making her that much harder to hit if the ogre turned out to be hostile toward humans.
She crossed herself with a witches grace and whispered the technique; "Veil Step"
Six phased through the ogre, applying the debuffs from her Veil of Wanton Shadows!
The ogre snapped his head up, his tiny eyes widening as he saw a nude mirage of Six posing seductively. Then he heard her voice behind him, "Hey stranger, mind if I join you by your fire?"
The ogre turned, and his eyes went wide.
Six stepped out from behind him, and the ogre's jaw dropped.
Six was wearing her pointy witch cap with dark pantyhose and nothing else. The ogre's eyes roved over her body, taking in every curve, every line. Six could see the lust and temptation building in his gaze, and she knew she had him.
Her accuracy and new cultivation level had overcome the ogre's resistance. With a bit more effort he would hers to command.
Six stepped closer, her voice low and sultry. "I'm cold. Mind if I warm up by your fire?"
The ogre's eye's lit up as he spoke "By all means, my fair lass!" the sound of his voice carried a heavy barouque accent.
Six smiled as she slowly walked forward, but instead of sitting next to him, she sat down in the ogres massive lap. Her pale well rounded ass pressed into his groin, she could already feel a hard bulge forming in his breeches.
Now, to enthrall him completely.
She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "You're a strong one, aren't you? I bet you could protect a girl like me. Keep me safe from all the nasty things in this swamp."
The ogre turned to look at her, his expression a mix of confusion and desire. Six could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his base instincts and whatever higher thought he possessed.
She reached up and touched his cheek, her fingers tracing the rough, mud-colored skin. "I could make it worth your while. I could give you things... pleasures... you've never even dreamed of."
The ogre's eyes flared with sudden understanding, and he nodded, a slow, deliberate motion. Six smiled, knowing she had him hooked.
Perfect.
Six shifted in the ogre's lap, grinding slowly against the growing bulge beneath her. The ogre let out a low, rumbling groan—a sound that vibrated through her entire body.
"What... what is your name, little witch?" His voice was thick, heavy with desire and that strange baroque accent.
Six traced a finger along his collarbone. "You can call me Six. And you?"
"Gorm." The ogre's massive hands hovered at his sides, trembling with restraint. "They... they call me Gorm."
"Gorm," Six repeated, letting the name roll off her tongue like honey. She shifted again, feeling his cock twitch beneath her. "That's a strong name. A powerful name."
Gorm's breath hitched.
Six reached down and took one of his massive hands, guiding it to her hip. The ogre's fingers were thick as sausages, rough with calluses, and they wrapped around her waist almost completely.
"You can touch me, Gorm. I want you to touch me."
A shudder ran through the ogre's massive frame.
"Little witch," he breathed, "you do not know what you ask. I am... I have not... it has been so long..."
Six leaned in, pressing her lips to the corner of his jaw. She could feel his pulse hammering beneath the grey-green skin.
"Then let me help you remember."
She kissed along his jawline, working her way toward his ear. The ogre's hand tightened on her hip—not painful, but desperate. Needy.
"Gods. I need him desperatly." Six thought to herself as she looked at his scar wrought rippling green flesh, the muscle striations, the feathering, the grain, the veins throbbing through his green scarred flesh.
Six's other hand drifted downward, tracing the line of his steel like ab's, feeling the muscles clench beneath her fingertips. She reached the waistband of his crude, breeches or loincloth and paused.
She looked up meeting his astonished gaze, "May I?"
Gorm nodded frantically. "Yes. Yes. Please, Gods yes."
Six smiled against his skin.
She loosened the ties of his loincloth and reached inside.
Her fingers wrapped around his cock—or tried to. The thing was massive, proportional to the rest of him, thick and hot and already leaking. Six couldn't close her hand around it completely.
"Gods." She thought, "That's... that's going to be a challenge."
But she didn't let her surprise show. Instead, she began to stroke—slow, deliberate motions, her small hand working the length of him.
Gorm's head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing into her grip.
"Little witch... Six... that feels..."
"Shhhh." Six nipped at his earlobe. "Just relax. Let me take care of you."
She increased her pace, her hand gliding along his shaft, feeling every ridge and vein. The ogre was putty in her hands now—literally trembling, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
Six could feel it—the power building between them. Her Dominator Queen path thrummed with energy, drinking in his submission, his desire, his surrender.
"Almost there."
She shifted in his lap, turning to face him fully. Her legs straddled his massive thighs, and she pressed her body against his chest, never breaking the rhythm of her hand.
"Look at me, Gorm."
The ogre's eyes opened—glazed with lust, barely focused.
"I'm going to give you something wonderful," Six whispered. "And in return, you're going to be mine. Do you understand?"
Gorm nodded, beyond words now.
"Say it."
"I... I am yours." The words came out broken, desperate. "Yours, little witch. Yours."
Six felt the power surge.
She guided him to her entrance. The tip alone stretched her—hot and thick and overwhelming—but she didn't stop. She sank down slowly, inch by impossible inch, her body accommodating him through sheer force of will.
Gorm roared.
His hands clamped onto her hips, holding her in place as his entire body shook. Six gasped at the sensation—the fullness, the pressure—but she didn't let it break her focus.
"Control. Maintain control."
She began to move.
Slowly at first, rising and falling in his lap, letting her body adjust to his size. The ogre's moans filled the night air, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the distant sounds of the swamp.
Six rode him harder.
Faster.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders for leverage as she drove herself down onto his cock again and again. The pleasure was building—not just physical, but metaphysical. She could feel her cultivation path feeding, growing stronger with every thrust.
"You're mine," she gasped. "Say it again."
"Yours!" Gorm's voice cracked. "I am yours, Six!"
Yes.
The orgasm hit them both at the same time.
Six threw her head back as waves of pleasure crashed through her, her inner walls clenching around him. Gorm bellowed—a sound that echoed across the swamp—as he spilled inside her, hot and copious.
And then—
PING.
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[ WICKED PATH SYSTEM ]
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RITE OF DOMINANCE COMPLETE!
Subject Enthralled: Gorm, Swamp Ogre (Variant)
Dominance Method: Seduction / Sexual Submission
Bond Strength: Strong
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[ ADVANCEMENT UNLOCKED ]
Dominator Queen Path
Mortal Grade → Bronze Tier
NEW PASSIVE UNLOCKED:
[ Aura of Command ]
Enthralled subjects within 50 meters receive +15% to all physical stats. Subjects experience heightened loyalty and will not break enthrallment under normal circumstances. Subjects feel a constant, low-level arousal in the Dominator's presence, reinforcing the bond.
NEW ACTIVE UNLOCKED:
[ Queen's Decree ]
Once per day, issue an absolute command to an enthralled subject. The subject will carry out the command to the best of their ability, ignoring pain, fear, and self-preservation. Command cannot force self-termination.
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ENTHRALLED SUBJECTS: 1/3
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Six dismissed the screen with a wave of her hand, still breathing hard, still seated in Gorm's lap with his softening cock inside her.
The ogre looked up at her with something new in his eyes.
Not just lust.
Devotion.
"My... my Queen," Gorm rumbled, the words coming naturally, instinctively. "What would you have of me?"
Six smiled down at him, brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her face.
"First? You're going to help me get through this swamp." She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "And then, Gorm? We're going to make the things hunting me very sorry they ever tried."
The ogre's lips curled into a brutal grin.
"As you command, my Queen."