Chapter 0 - hers for the taking

Tharja is as happy as can be, now that Robin has accepted her confession and become her husband. At least, that is what she would like to say, and how she knows that she should feel. After spending so much time following him around, dreaming of the day that she could possess him, keep him all for herself, she should be overjoyed that that day has finally come for her. She should be, but now that she has him for herself, she realizes just how deep her fantasies went, and that when she dreamed of completely possessing him, it was a lot more specific than simply being in a relationship with him.

Which is to say, she wanted it a lot more literally. She wants to actually own him, to own his mind and to have him submit to her entirely, and though he might be up for some more intense role play every now and again, she already knows that is not going to cut it. Tharja does not want Robin to pretend to be under her control, she wants him to actually be under her control, and though she should be happy just to have him as her husband, she knows that she can’t stop now.

Fortunately, she knows plenty of dark hexes that can help her with this. Since she managed to win her over all on her own, without needing to use any dark magic, she can at least say that she knows he genuinely wants her. With that in mind, it will not bother her at all to use magic on him from this point on, to slowly break him down and turn him into her willing slave, obedient and submission, willing to do anything for her and living only for her.

The idea excites her so much that she can hardly wait to start, and so, she begins as soon as possible. It will take some time, but he will steadily become more submissive, all for her, until there is not a hint of independence left in him. Slowly but surely, he is going to transform for her, his mind breaking down until there is nothing left beyond his desire to server her.

Tonight, it shows just a little bit, as he offers to do whatever she wants for the night. Feigning ignorance, she asks him what brought all this on, only for Robin to reply, “I’m not sure, I just…all day, I’ve been thinking about how I could do something to show you just how much I love you. Whatever you want, I can do it.”

“Then how about you eat me out until I’m satisfied?” she replies. This is simple enough, something that he probably would have agreed to do even without his impulse to serve her, and after he lovingly undresses her, caressing every inch of her body as he goes, pure reverence in his eyes, he is ready to kneel between her legs.

Robin’s behavior is just slightly different, just different enough that she can tell this is not entirely natural. And with a hand behind her back, she starts to cast another hex, while he is distracted by what he is doing. Little by little, she will increases the magic controlling him, and eventually, he will break down completely. He looks up at her again, murmuring something about how beautiful she looks tonight, before leaning forward to plunge his tongue into her hairy pussy.

Tharja is able to relax right away, head tipped back as she moans for him, and Robin is diligent as he works, licking her and working his tongue deeper inside of her, wanting so desperately to please her, to satisfy her just like he promised that he would. He has never left her wanting before, but things are different tonight, with her husband treating this almost as if it is a matter of life or death. A little magic here and there can go a long way, and the changes will come on so subtly that he will never notice, until he is so far gone that it does not matter at all.

She holds a hand on the back of his head as he eats her out, delving deeper, pushing her closer to the edge, and she does not let go, pushing him further against her as she gets close. When she comes, crying out for him, she still holds him in place, and he understands exactly what this means, that he should stay right where he is, because once is not nearly enough to satisfy her.
Robin keeps this up for as long as she wants to, without complaint and without so much as request something for himself. It is just the beginning, but what a strong start it is!

~X~

After a few days of having him do simple things for her like that, steadily ramping up the amount of magic at play, Tharja knows that she has made serious progress with him. More often than not, Robin is on her knees without her having to say anything, offering to serve her, trying to guess at what she might want from him. Tonight, she has given him the task of rubbing and worshiping her feet, with the promise of a reward, if he does a good enough job.

The only times that he has been allowed to get off the past couple days have been when they were actually fucking. On the nights that she has him go down on her, she never even offers to do anything for him, and he does not ask, which is how she knows her hexes are taking effect. The fact that he does what she asks is not enough to confirm it, but knowing that he does not expect anything in return, does not even think to ask, shows that his mind is warping, that pleasuring her is slowly becoming his top priority, his only priority.

Tonight, he massages her feet without even thinking about it. Tharja is able to just sit back and let him take care of her, relaxing as he works all of the tension out, worshiping her just like she wants him to, proving to her over and over again just how devoted he has become. All the while, she lets a little more magic slip out, little by little, making sure he always gets just the right dose, keeping it in his system as it grows all out of control, making him that much more submissive with each passing day.

Kneeling down, he begins planting kisses along her feet, and she laughs to herself, so pleased with everything that he does for her. Robin has always been perfect, but there is just something about watching the way that he completely loses himself in these things, something about how perfectly he submissive he is for her, that makes him impossible to resist. She knows that she never would have been able to be satisfied before, no matter how happy she was to have him all to herself. The only way that a woman like Tharja can be satisfied is if she can possess him completely, and make sure that he is the perfect love slave.

“It seems like you’re having fun,” she teases him, and he looks up at her with such an earnest expression, so sincere that one would never believe it has all come on because of magic.

“Of course I am,” he replies. “I’m always happy to worship you like the goddess you are.”

“Laying it on a little thick, are we?” she teases him, but he shakes his head, just as earnest as ever.

“Not at all. I mean every word that I said.”

“Good boy,” she replies. “Keep at that, and I’ll reward you for your efforts.” With that, he is back to kissing and massaging her feet, so tender and loving, so attentive and dedicated, while Tharja just gets to relax, and let him do whatever he feels is necessary with her, knowing that he is slowly breaking down, so much so that it all feels completely natural to him. He does not even suspect the subtle ways that her magic have begun to warp his mind, making him do all of these things like second nature.

Soon enough, she is satisfied with everything that he has done, and instructs him to sit back so that she can give him his reward. She comments, “Since you’ve shown me just how much you love my feet, this will be the perfect reward, won’t it?”

His breath catches in his throat as he realizes what she is planning to do, so excited by it all that he really does seem to believe that this is the perfect reward for him. She puts her feet either side of his cock, able to get a bit of a grip on it. This is not nearly as precise as using her hands, but that does not seem to matter to Robin, who is more excited by the act itself, and, of course, simply satisfied to have Tharja do anything for him.

As she begins stroking him off with her feet, working them up and down his throbbing cock, he goes to pieces just like that, moaning for her, acting as if this the best thing that he has ever felt in his life. Like this, Robin really does believe that she is perfect, like every little thing she does is more than he deserves, like he is the luckiest man in the world. That is exactly how she wants him to feel, all so that she can be sure that he really does belong entirely to her, completely under her control.

“You may come whenever you feel the need to,” she tells him as a precaution, just in case he has it in his head that he has to ask for permission right now. The two of them are never careful with such things, and she always gives him permission whenever she does fuck him, and before she had begun taking control of him, he always wanted to do it anyway. Tharja wants her husband to get her pregnant, but she is more concerned with the mind control taking full effect, so that is why she sticks to tame things like this, at least for the time being.

Like this, it does not take long for him to finish, coming all over her feet, and while he thanks her profusely for allowing him to get off, he also works to make sure that she is properly cleaned up, all without needing to be asked. Tharja is certainly satisfied with the progress that he has made for her.

~X~

Robin gets on his back, waiting for her to get on top of him, waiting for her to give him more orders. Slowly but surely, she has warped his mind completely, and by now, he is just happy to do anything that she says, willing to do anything for her. Tharja is pretty sure that it has completely broken him, molding him into exactly the man she wants him to be, and she lives in pure contentment, letting her beloved husband worship her and take care of her. Now, they can really focus on the next important thing.

Robin is going to put a baby in her, if he hasn’t already, and so she is going to make sure that he finishes inside of her every time, until she is certain that she is pregnant. Until then, no matter how she may tease him, he knows that he is not to come unless he is buried inside of her, and he is so good at following orders now that he always refrains, never forcing her to punish him for misbehaving.

Now that he is on his back, Tharja pushes his legs back into his knees a bit, bending them so that she is able to get on top of him just like this. Whether or not the position is perfectly comfortable for him does not matter in the slightest to her, and she likes trying out more complicated ones with him, just to show how willing he is to take it from her in any way that she chooses to give it to him.

With her legs on either side of him, and her hands resting on his knees, she starts to sink down onto him, letting his cock press up into her, slowly penetrating her as she takes her time with him. This teases it out that much more for him, but he never begs for more, not unless she demands that he does, and then he is completely pathetic, pleading with her to give him more. But if she does not tell him to beg, then he just takes whatever he is given, quiet and obedient, and the only noises that he makes are the pathetic moans that he can’t hold back, even if he tried.

It is absolutely adorable, the way he falls apart for her, and the way he still tries to hold it together, all so that he can please his wife and his mistress, so broken now that the only thing that matters to him is keeping her happy. She could not have asked for a better love slave, a pathetic pet who does everything that she wants. It has been worth the wait, and to this day, she still keeps the magic strong, wanting to see just how far he can fall into this, how much he can take from her, and how much he is willing to do for her, all without question.

She lets him fill her slowly, taking her time to take him as deep as he will go, but then, she is unable to restrain herself, her own needs greatly outweighing her desire to make Robin have to wait for more. Teasing him is fun, but getting what she wants is much more fun, and she is soon grinding down on him, bouncing atop his cock, working her hips and moving every which way that she can to get herself off. All the while, he can only pant and moan as he is pushed so close to his limit, barely needing anything from her to get off at this point.

“You may come,” she tells him, far before she is ready, because she knows that she will keep pushing him, and keep riding him until she is satisfied. He moans as he fills her with his seed, and Tharja does not slow down, does not give him the chance he should need to recover from it all, before she is back in the swing of things, wanting to see just how many times she can make him come inside of her. The two of them are going to have a child sooner rather than later, and since she does not know for sure that she is pregnant yet, she has to keep letting him pump her full of his seed, over and over again.

With that, she is back to riding him for all he is worth, and Robin can only keep up with her, mind so warped by her magic that he is convinced this is the only thing in the world that he wants. Truth be told, there is no way of knowing that he would not have loved this even before she used her magic on him, but either way, she knows she prefers it like this, with completely control, possessing her husband entirely.


~X~

Robin stands before her, letting her look him up and down. Tharja has had plenty of chances to admire him before, and yet it never gets old. From head to toe, she takes in every detail, from the white hair on his head, perfectly matching the white hair at his groin, down his body, still fit from his training, all the way down to the cock that she has come to love so much, she is once again able to affirm that she has the perfect man, that there is no one better for her than him. No one more fit to serve her as a pathetic, nearly mindless love slave.

And now she is pregnant for him, her body showing more and more as time goes on, as she progresses through her pregnancy. Tharja loves to relax now more than ever, and let her husband take care of all of her needs for her. She sits back now, spreading her legs for him, and that is all he needs to see to know what to do, no longer even needing verbal orders from her. She has trained him well, that much is for certain, and as he kneels in front of her, reaching a hand up to lovingly rub at her stomach, she knows that she made the right decision.

“Now, get to work,” she says, though she knows that there is no need to voice it, that he would do it anyway. She just likes to say it, likes to let him hear her voice and know that she is still there, still willing to guide him whenever he needs it. Robin gets right to work when he is told to, kissing between her legs, and working his tongue into her folds, ready to eat her out until she tells him to stop.

Like this, she can enjoy hours of pleasure and entertainment, if she really wants to. By now, Robin is so far past the point of complaining about anything, of doing anything other than what she wants him to do, that there is never anything for her to worry about. He has become an expert in getting her off with only his tongue, and he never asks for anything in return, always grateful for any rewards that he might get, while never expecting them. Everything about this situation is perfect, and as Tharja reclines, letting her husband and slave eat her out, she could not be happier with where her life has taken her.

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