They were hers.
The Guard Captain, the Storyteller, the Healer and his pet spirit; the First, the Pirate, the Clergyman, and her favorite: the Wolf. Each of them were her Orlesian puppets, and she alone pulled their strings. It was surprising, really, and almost shameful how easy it had been for her to weave her magic over and into their minds, cutting the threads of free will and replacing them with iron coils of blood magic. Perhaps the most amazing part was that no one had noticed what had happened, what was happening.
Currently, they were all gathered in one of the many lavish chambers housed in her estate. She sighed, reclining in her plush chair as she took in the beautiful scene before her. They were all engaged in various sexual acts, bodies shining with sweat and seed as they writhed and moaned before her. A gesture, a twitch of her fingers, and the ginger head of the Captain was buried between the quivering thighs of the Pirate while the Storyteller pounded the Captain to completion. Further away, the virtuous brother was shouting his praise to the Maker as he rode the apostate Healer's cock. The First was laid out in front of the fire, rapidly thrusting a marble phallus into her dripping cunt.
The Wolf lay in the floor in front of her, gasping and moaning. One hand tightly gripped the base of his deep red cock, preventing his release, while he languidly fingered himself with the other. All of the others had long since given up all sense of self, accepting and embracing the magic that whispered in their minds; even the Healer and his spirit had succumbed to the seductive call, as much a thrall as the others. The Wolf, though, the Wolf still fought against her hold. His body may have been in her control, but a tiny spark of light remained in his mind. She would break him, of that she had no doubt, but his rebellious spirit endeared him to her all the same.
Laughing softly to herself, she tugged the strings that bound him to her, allowing him to speak and look, but only that.
"Are you ready to give in yet, pet?"
His voice was hoarse from his moans, but he still managed to croak out a rough "Never."
She laughed again, forcing him to rub his fingers incessantly against his prostate. He moaned again, this time of his own free will, and he still had the presence of mind amidst the spiking pleasure to look horrified.
"You will break eventually, pet. Why not make it easier for yourself? Give in to the pleasure, pet," she purred, standing from her chair and letting her silk robe fall from her body.
"I...will never...give...in," he rasped.
His defiance only served to arouse her further. She strode over to his head, standing with one foot on either side of his head.
"Have it your way, then."
Another gesture, and she wrenched control from him, pulling the coils of blood magic tight in his mind. She knelt, straddling his face, and he eagerly lapped at her pussy. Leaning back on her haunches, she sighed in pleasure. He was cracking, and soon would shatter. Everything would soon be perfect.
They would all be hers.