Callea remembered how she had struggled, remembered her dismay at discovering Kabuno's trap ... his clever trap, for which she now admired him, and for which she was thankful.  All her past was still within her, she remembered how she had fought, how she had supported Yolande, and her plans for this school... it was just that now she realized there was something much more important: Kabuno, her glorious master.  Oh, she'd still be happy to support the school, or do any of the things she used to do, if that's what he wanted of her.  But if he wanted the opposite, that was fine, too - his will was all that mattered, and she looked forward to serving it.  She whimpered with loss as he withdrew from her, as without his strength she sank to the floor.<br/><br/>And when he called on the other men to take her ... she would rather it was Kabuno himself, but if this was what she wanted, she was happy to participate.  She smiled at the men, and she shifted towards them, weakly, but trying to do her best.  Fortunately the men didn't need her help or her cooperation - they bent her over, stuffed her from both ends, tormented her with their whipping to goad her own to use all her little remaining energy to buck and push against the men in her... her tongue flapped against the cock in her mouth, she sucked feebly.  Whatever they asked of her she tried to do, and it was only her weakness that prevented her from really servicing them like the whore she would be glad to be, if that was Kabuno's wish.<br/><br/>Even her powerful mind lost track of what was happening, slipped into a delirium, barely conscious, just a mass of lust, of sensation, but through all of that her devotion to Kabuno remained unshakeable, and even grew deeper and deeper as more and more cum reinforced the power of the potion.  Her enslavement to him became absolute, and permanent even by the standards of her race.  The famous Magus was now the devoted, loving pet of the Kitsune.  A lifetime of adventure, of development of morals, of aspirations, of long-term plans and connections, was all turned to Kabuno's whims - she would do anything for him, not even at his request, but just knowing that he might wish something, she would provide it.  Now she understood the princess wasn't his apprentice, but his slave... and that was as it should be.  If he wanted others, she would gladly try to obtain them for him.<br/><br/>But tonight... though she was utterly exhausted, and overflowing with cum... she saw his hard cock, and as soon as the men released her, she dragged herself to him.  It took all of her strength to push herself up on her knees to reach him, and she had to pause there for a breath.  But finally she had enough strength, using all of her reserves, to wrap her cum-shiny lips around his cock, moaning with pleasure at the first contact.  She so wanted to please him, and it pained her that her efforts were less than perfect - she knew they were, for her fatigue was such that she could not fully control her body.  But her eagerness was apparent, her joy at being allowed to gobble up his cock, and she would not stop until she had his cum again, unless he ordered otherwise of course.<br/><br/>The Priestess was going through her own change... she observed the incubus forming, and gasped: never had she seen someone more beautiful.  Oh, she still had her religious devotion - enough so that she could still channel divine energy... it's just that the incubus came first, before all else.  And that phallus of his - what a prize indeed!  She stared wide-eyed, in ecstasy, as he slid it over her tentacle-splattered face... she started trying to catch it with her mouth, but the incubus teasingly kept it just out of reach, gliding this way or that as her lips stretched for it, pursued it.  Finally, the incubus let himself be "caught", and with a happy giggle she pounced, sliding her lips far down the shift to make sure he didn't get away.  She had no experience with these things, but it didn't matter - the tentacles had shown her the basics, and she was very eager to learn.  Her tongue slapped and slid around his cock-head, her lips clamped against him as she sucked, dimpling in her cheeks, and began to bob on him, thrilled with her reward, and glad to be the one welcoming the incubus to this world, glad to have been the one who brought the demon here.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Yolande had expected more prisoners in the hall, but at least there were some, huddled pitifully under various blankets.  She moved quietly in, and stooped to shake one awake, but ... the shoulder felt wrong, not like a woman's.  Not even a man's... and she staggered back, utterly surprised, as it was a pale hobgoblin face that appeared, grinning and calling to the others to join him!<br/><br/>She spun at the sound of the doors, slamming closed behind a much larger hobgoblin - of course, the leader.   She was trapped here - and as she looked around, the odds seemed very bad.  Twenty warriors, plus the two with the chieftan, and no way to get out.  She brandished her sword in both hands now, and turned around, as if daring anyone to get close.  What could she do?  She could probably kill many of the simple hobgoblins.  But there were too many.  However, if she could defeat the chieftan - the others might become afraid.<br/><br/><strong>"So you're the one who leads these creatures?  I expected... something more.  Since when do hobgoblins take hostages?  But... it wouldn't matter, it won't save you.  While I am in here with you... the king's men are moving through the village, securing the other buildings.  You are losing, and don't even know it."</strong><br/><br/>She grinned, trying to look more confident than she felt... she hoped her words might have confused the chieftan, and put him off balance.  And now... she struck!<br/><br/>The creatures wouldn't know how fast she could be.  She<em>Charged</em>to the leader, took a mighty swipe, and carried right on, changing direction to angle to a less-crowded part of the hall, ending her move near one of the benches - hopefully that would prevent too many of the hobgoblins from reaching her.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls and OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Initiative: 1d20a3 Result: <strong>22</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114059)  Wow!<br/><br/>Quickblade: can carry on moving after attacking, on her charge.  Special modifiers applying this round:<br/>enemy flatfooted<br/>Wind Stance: 20% concealment (moving)<br/>-2 to AC (charging)<br/>+2 to attack (charging)<br/><br/>Attack roll: 1d20a16 Result: 22  actually <strong>23</strong>  (forgot +1 from weapon focus) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114060)  Not great but lots of modifiers<br/>Damage: 1d8a6 Result: 13  actually <strong>15</strong> (forgot +2 from specialization) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=114061)<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hit Points: 76     Speed: 40 feet<br/>AC: 23   (21 this round due to charge, but also gains 20% concealment)    +4 on AC vs opportunity attacks caused by movement<br/>Damage resistance 5/magic<br/>Saves: Fortitude: +9     Reflex: +6     Will: +2     BAB: + 11/ + 6<br/>Combat Maneuver Defense: + 24<br/><br/></div></div>