For Power or for Lust ~

Closed for me and BadForm ~ For those that do read this, hope you enjoy.


OOC,
The princess is named Lorica
Age 23


The kingdom was small one castle on a hill and a run down town surrounding it. Forest and hills stretching out for miles, next town was at least a three day travel on horse back. The king has been ill for almost a year and seems to be getting worse. His son is still a child, late teens at most. Me and brother had moved here to help with the kingdom, to give the people hope that the king will be well. My fathers land had fallen in the hands of a wizard, it is been said the more lands a wizard has, the powerful he becomes. Whether it is good or evil.

Once our lands were taken, my brother, Garrett and I, along with a small handful of the villagers, came here. It seemed as if there was a wizard that stood by the kings side, giving him adive and updates on what is happening beyond King Coinneachs' control.

The few times I have seen this wizard, he nothing but sent chills down my spine and made me turn from him. He wasn't hidious in any way, just the way he moved and looked me would always tell me to run. Sometimes it felt as if he was undressing me with his eyes, or having evil thoughts against me. I was no more than 5'7 with a delicate frame, slender andn smooth in the right places. Skin was paler than it normally would be, for I was sensitive to the sun and was always away from it. Mane of gold that reached to my ankle. Deep blue eyes that showed a powerful innocence.

Standing outside on the balcony of my room, wearing the most luscious red gown that trailed along the ground. Jeweled head piece that highlighted my hair, tears filled my eyes as Garrett left. His news to me were of his leaving, for some reason King Coinneach had reason to ban him from these lands. Garrett did not tell me the reasons, but now he was gone.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I sat in the mage-tower of my newest and favorite realm and relaxed. Seven vassal lands had been added to my power now that it would be difficult for any of the other mages to compete with me. Yet few of the people would ever know, beyond rumor and supposition, that I had any control over my lands.

Before me knelt Duchess Putain of the Duchy of Fenwick, a dark and sultry woman who had yielded easily to my embrace. Her once proud face sank eagerly to suckle on me, and she moaned as she slid herself back and forth along my length. That had been the secret of my domination: most wizards knew that power came from the lines of mana that ran in the lands, but few were willing to also embrace the power of sex, that incredible magic that flowed from the submission of a slave to her master's will.

I barely acknowledged the woman as I considered my next conquest. King Coinneach, lord of this newly taken land, had a beautiful daughter named Lorica. The woman was a treasure trove of power waiting for a man to tap into it. She did not know it, of couse, few women did. Yet if I could trap her, and claim her will for my own, then her magic would be mine. I smiled in anticipation.

The first step had been to get her brother out of the kingdom and in so doing provide a route for concern. That I had done two days ago. Now it was time to turn the screw and bring her to me. I slapped the Duchess from my penis and ordered her to her knees. I needed to change into a form readily acceptable to the Princess Lorica if I was to take the next step of my plan. I took position behind the Duchess and she screamed in agonized passion as I rammed into her anus without warning.

~~~~~

"Your Highness!" I cried as I ran through the halls of the castle. "Oh my goodness, your highness!"

I had taken a new form, that of the Princess' Lady in Waiting, Traitre. I carried with me a coat I had created to look exactly like that her brother had been wearing when he left: exactly, that is, except for its ragged and bloody nature.

"Oh my goodness! Your Highness!"

*sledge hammer to comp*

Lorica ~

Locked myself in my room, not eating, barely any sleep. The sleep I did get would be dreams of my brothers leaving and his words. His words burned deep in my soul.

"Lorica, my sweet sister, I will always be here with you, never abandon you. I will find us a kingdom, just for you and I. And I will send for you. ...
May the road rise to greet you
May the wind always be at your back
May the sun shine against you face
May the rain fall soft upon your fields
Until we meet again
May the spirits hold you in the palm of their hands.


Then he was gone, it's been three days since that I have not left the walls of my room. Watched how a small group of warriors left down the same trail Garrett had gone down. The prince was among them wearing the Kings armor to symbolize what realm he honored. This has been yesterday since they had gone. So now all that I had left was King Coinneach, whom of which was sick and bed rest. I didn't trust the wizard, not daring to go to him for comfort. So I chose to hide till her brothers return.

Upon getting out of my morning bath, braiding the golden mane so it would have that beautiful wave within the strands. Didn't even bother drying myself off, silk black nightgown clinged to the wetness of my body. Heard some screeching within the halls, calling out in search of me, almost sounded like Coinneachs' daughter. Traitre was running down the halls towards my room, holding some tattered clothing in her arms, tears filled her eyes with a look of bad news.

As she approached, noticed what she was holding, it was Garretts' leather coat. All bloodied and torn, though I didn't care. When she got close enough I grabbed it from her, clutching it to my almost bare chest. Tears showing deeply in my eyes, faltering words tried to speak.

"What ... happened.. how did you get this?"

Didn't even give her a chance to answer, I ran back into my room and falling on the bed crying. The door was still left wide open as Traite stood there, watching me.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I watched as she fled back to her room and smiled. It was working even better than I dared hope. The return of her brother's jacket devastated her; now it was time to build up a little optimism. I adjusted my bustle and followed her into the room.

"Your Highness," I said as I lay a hand delicately on her shoulder. "His horse returned just now, injured and bearing this jacket. Jakos, the groom, brought it to me at once so that I could give it to you..."

I brushed my hand over her hair and feigned a tear.

"Oh, Your Highness... please I know you are scared, but we must do something. What if he is lying injured now... what if he needs our aid."

She turned to face me and I could see on her face the denial of the possibility that he could be alive.

"Your Highness..." I breathed in fake nervousness. "Your Highness... maybe this is stupid of me... but he must be alive. Someone must have sent the horse back mustn't they? Why else would it have his coat?"

I acted as though I was desperate for this hope to be true.

Lorica ~

Flinched slightly at her touch, not used to being touched. Only person I let close to me was Garrett. Couldn't believe the words she was saying, wanting me/ us to go out looking for him? I didn't even know where abouts he would be.

"What are you saying? That I should go out on the dangerous roads? These lands are not fit for a lady of my stature to be roaming the paths."

Whispered softly with slight confusion. Even then, as she spoke, and within my replies I was getting ready. Gathering things, dressing in front of her ins some decent traveling clothes. Draping my long thick cloak around me to hide my face from outsiders.

"I don't expect you to come with me, in fact, no don't come with. Your father needs you here. There is nothing here for me anyway, I do not expect my return to this place. For Garrett is banned from these lands and bringing him back would mean death."

She had told me the general direction the horse came from. Within moments I was out of the room and on my way to the stables, shortly after on the path in his direction.

Hersteller der Dirnen

Back in my tower, I resumed my normal form and stretched out my six-foot frame as the weight of womanhood was lifted from me. I glanced at my scrying ball and watched the Princess' progress through the nation in the direction I had indicated. She was proud, arrogant even. I knew that for a fact and had failed to account for it in my plan. Cursing myself for a fool, I thought about my next move.

I considered appearing before her, perhaps telling her that her Lady in Waiting had arrived and informed me of what had happened. That, however, would probably raise her suspicions further. No, I wanted her initial approach to me to be... innocent, to be of her own free will. Of course, once she was mine, that would change, but there was something particularly savory about a woman of power naively walking into a trap.

Things could happen on the road. There were bandits and brigands in the countryside... not all of them human. Such people (if people was an accurate term) could be bought and sold as services, their lust for a pouch of gold making them ready servants but their rebellious nature making them short-term in their contract and untrustworthy in their service. Thinking about that put me in mind of what I could do...

At once I gathered an amount of gold and prepared to set the trap.

Lorica ~

In the middle of the woods lost. Lost the trail that I was following for the horses tracks went off deeper into the woods. After about an hour of being deep in the woods, the tracks slowly disappeared. Cursing myself out for coming out here, should have sent someone else instead. But I wanted to find him, I wanted to be there for him if he needed my help. Course with my hasteful thinking, wasn't sure where I was going to take him, had not thought that far ahead. Just the hope of him being alive, hurt, possibly dieing was more than enough.


Held onto his coat desperatly, looked like a bear or something of its size ripped into it. Tried to turn back around, never being out here alone, always had Garrett with me. He taught me a few things of how to get around, but couldn't remember them right now. Almost had hopes that the Kings' Wizard would find me, for he would be the only one that would have the means to.

Though, doubt he even knew I was missing. Doubt any of them knew. Started to run back towards where I thought the trail was, but wasn't positive of the direction, soon I would have to find cover for it is getting dark.

The Bandits

"Halt!"

The voice was gruff, almost a bark. It came from a tall man, at least part human but apparently part ogre and kobold too. He stood seven feet tall, and his impressive bulk was more muscle than fat. In his right hand he held a double-headed axe easily.

"Nob'dy coms fro me woods wivvart payin!"

He stepped forwards, swinging the axe dangerously, causing the Princess's horse to rear up suddenly and throw her. As soon as she fell she was surrounded on both sides by a pair of burly men, both armed with swords. The part-human approached as her horse ran off and stood over her.

"Narr, g'rl!" he said with a snarl. "You gotna pay es or whut?"

He stepped closer, raising his axe over his head threateningly. It's battered iron blade shimmered in the half-light of the forest as the man lay a foot down between the Princess's legs. Broken teeth, looking more naturally broken than the result of lost fights, dripped slimy saliva onto her.

"Eh?" he said. "You gotna pay?"

Lorica ~

Thank goodness I found a trail, though it didn't feel right. Just knew it was trail, didn't get far on it when this big .... something... ogre? Giant?... stepped out scared the life out of my horse, manage to hold on for a few. But when he raised his axe it sent me flying to the ground with a painful hit.

The hood of my cloak fell back, revealing that I was a female, which is really not good in these parts. It was dangerous for any female to run in these woods.

"Pay? .... I don't have much on me... what I had was on the horse."

Fiddled with in the cloak looking inside my pouch before he stepped up over me. Huge foot between my legs, pinning the cloak therefore preventing me from moving back.
Pulled out a few coins, not worth much at all. Held it out to him hopeing he will take it and leave me be.

"Please, I'm lost... I just need a direction to the nearest castle and I will be on my way. I mean you no harm."

Not like I could harm this monster anyway. He was so huge, one step would kill me if he chose to. Now, for as much as I seriously hate to admitt, I really want that wizard to find me. He would know what to do. But the chances of that happening was slim.

"I mean no harm, I was out here looking for someone and got lost... This is all I have take it."

Words faltered some with sheer fear, hand was shaky as it held out the coins I had to offer.

Captain Tarontelle

The lumbering chief of the bandits reached down towards her with a snarling laugh and grabbed hold of the money she proffered in his thick hand. His face froze as he held her hand in his and squeezed harder for a moment. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he fell foward onto her.

Princess Lorica struggled to escape from beneath the weighty corpse of her would be assailant as she heard hoofbeats draw neared. She twisted her head to try to see what was happening and caught sight of the legs of a large chestnut mare galloping past followed by the first bandit falling. A few seconds later the other was dead too.

She tried to gasp something to her savior, but the weight of the chief bandit's corpse dug into her making it nearly impossible even to breathe. A leather-gloved hand reached down to twist the part-human off her body and she wriggled free as quickly as possible. The gloved hand reached down to help her stand and she came up to find herself facing Captain Tarontelle, leader of the palace guard. He looked furious.

"Your Highness!" he said. "Might I ask what you think you are doing riding out here alone? No, don't tell me, I already heard from Traitre that your brother's horse returned with his bloodied coat... but really! You could have died! Besides, you are not a trained tracker. Even were there still a trail a hound could follow you could not. Really, Your Highness! What were you thinking?"

Lorica ~

Squealed out as the huge body fell on me, knocking the wind out of me. Far to heavy for me to even budge him an inch, heard some screaming followed by thuds of dead bodies. It was hard to see who it was till he lifted the body off me. Took his offering hand and just before I was about to speak, he was giving me a lecture. Which was something I deserved, felt ashamed that a gaurd was talking to me in such ways, again, I deserved it.

"I'm.... I'm sorry m'lord. I-"

It was hopeless, he knew my reasons and he knew it would have done no good. Even of I could track, or have a hound with me, it would have been no use.

"How did you know where to find me?"

Asked softly as he helped me get on the horse, keeping my head low with to much shame of my own actions.

Captain Tarontelle

She stammered her apology and he softened. His anger had been more that of a protector for his charge than true rage. Besides, she had had a good incentive if not a clear thought. He helped her to stand and led her back to his own horse which he helped her to mount.

"How did you know where to find me?" The princess asked softly.

Captain Tarontelle gave a whistle and his bloodhound, Vanna, emerged from the trees. He trotted over to his master, wagging his tail and was rewarded with a quick stroke behind the ears. Then Captain Tarontelle pulled himself into the saddle behind the princess.

"Well, Your Highness," he said. "Unlike your... understandable but perhaps rash attempt to find your brother, I had assistance. Lady Traitre told me which direction you had gone in, and with Vanna at my lead it was a matter of time before I found you. Now, let us return to the castle. I ordered Sergeant Halst to get the rest of the hounds out and see if he could not find your brother. I wish to hear if there is any new myself."

Lorica ~

I smiled as I saw the dog aproach, now that I thought about it a wound would have been of some use. Though, now it was too late for that, I'm just glad that bandit wasn't near me any longer. Felt good to feel him sitting behind me, comforting in some way. Pulling the cloaks hood over my head once again;

"Once again I am sorry for the trouble..... Even if my brother is found what will happen? The king had banned him from these lands......"

Forced back the tears from the thought of saving him from one death to bring him into another. Took in a deep breath to push those thoughts to the side, not wanting to think about that right now.

"Thank you none the less."

Silently she wondered how far from the castle did she roam.

Captain Tarontelle

"Once again I am sorry for the trouble..... Even if my brother is found what will happen? The king had banned him from these lands......" she asked, her voice faltering. "Thank you none the less."

Captain Tarontelle frowned and the question and lifted a hand from the reins to rest on her shoulder. With a sigh, he replied.

"Your Highness... we all regret the King's decision, but had never realized the danger that could befall your brother. Now, in light of this, I know I can make arrangements with at least two of the nobles of this land to provide him safe haven... It would, of course, not be the life of privelege he should be leading, nor the one of command that has made him so respected among my men. After all, he would have to remain hidden lest the king discover he remains in the land. However, at least he would be alive."

Tarontelle urged the horse to pick up its walking pace a little and thought how to broach the other problem.

"If we can find him, that is. I fear that the trail is cold now, what with the swamp off to one side and the river on the other providing a mask to any scent. It is a last desperate hope that our hounds could find him. I just wish we had a more definite method than that."

Lorica ~

I wanted to lean back against for more comfort, yet, did not. A slight shiver ran through her at the feel of his hand, mostly out of reflex of never being touched by any other. Tears fell slowly at his words about how cold the trail had become, wet lands all around.
Quivering sigh let out as my heart pounded with sadness.

"Aye, I'm afraid your efforts are in false hope. Even with my blind attempt, it would be of no use. He has been gone for three days, there's no telling where............"

My words fell into silent cry, putting my face into my hands as we moved. The sun was quickly fadeing thankfully, my skin was already pink from the little exposure in the few moments I was on the ground.

"Just miss him so much.... I have no one here... no one to turn to.."

Arrival at the Castle

The journey back to the castle could only have taken half the time that the Princess had ridden out, and that was despite the relatively slow, measured pace they took. Captain Tarontelle, eased the horse to a halt in yard, unsure whether the Princess was lost to her thoughts or had realized what this implied about the circle she had been riding in.

"Sir, sir!" the youthful voice of Sergeant Halst interrupted the Captain's thoughts as he helped the princess from the horse and then followed her down himself.

"What news, Sergeant?" the Captain asked.

Sergeant Halst frowned. "None good, sir. All but two of the hounds and men are returned now, sir. I regret to inform you that we have no trace of His Highness's scent in the nearby lands."

"None?" Captain Tarontelle responded. "How can that be? He must at least have set out in one direction."

"Oh, indeed, sir," said Sergeant Halst. "Towards the swamp, in fact. That is where the two remaining hounds are hunting now... but I have to say, sir, that I do not hold out much hope. With the night approaching, the men will surely return soon. Else they risk losing themselves too."

"I see," Captain Tarontelle turned to the princess and sighed.

"Sir, I am sorry. We have tried, but I fear it would take magic to find the His Highness's trail now."

Lorica ~

Held my head low as I heard his words, it was true though. Even the little bit that I was out there, I found no trace. I may be no tracker, but I did know what to look for and there was nothing to be seen, let alone something for the hounds to sniff.

Walked back into the castle thinking about what he knight had said, about only magic would find Garrett. Slowly walked through the halls, keeping the hood over my face, only watching the ground as I walked, disregarding everyone around me. Once I was back in my room, pretty much numb from everything that has happened as I undressed, getting ready for yet another bath. Wanting to get the nasty drool smell off my body and out of my clothes. Plus, if I was to see the wizard, I should be dressed appropriatly, as a princess should.

Soaked for a long time, wanting to cry though the tears wouldn't come anymore, as if I cried all I could till I hear for certain of his death. Stepped out slowly, had the door locked so there was no worries of being seen nor interrupted. Put on a long black velvet dress, trailed off onto the floor, the back and the sleeves were see through lace as well as the top of the collar bone and neck.

After I was dressed and fixing my hair with ruby headdress, found myself standing in front of the wizards door. I didn't knock right away, in fact I almost turned around and went back when the door cracked open.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I smiled as I watched the princess approach my doorway and pushed the Duchess away from my cock. I no longer needed sexual magic to see what was happening. Even as the scrying lights disappeared from the air before me, I could picture her approach and almost hear her thoughts. She hated me, without knowing exactly why. She feared me, without knowing that she had good reason. And she needed me, without realizing where that need would get her.

I walked quickly to my door and opened it, acting as though I was about to leave my tower.

"Why, Princess," I said, raising an eyebrow. "What brings you here? You seem... disturbed, is everything all right?"

She shook her head and I ushered her inside, leading her to a private chamber where she would not see any of the other nobles who were currently resident as my slaves. There I sat her down in a chair, urging her to be calm and tell me what had happened. When she told me about the Prince's disappearance and the lack of success from the hounds, I sighed deeply.

"Oh, Princess, this is terrible news. I wish you had come to me more quickly, for I fear that now we may be running low on time to save him. Still, there is a chance, and there are magics that will lead us to him..."

I stopped and looked down into her hopeful, yet still distressed face.

"Princess... I do not know how to tell you this. I am afraid that the location spell requires... certain components that are of a... shall we say delicate nature?"

I could see the impatience in her eyes and swallowed.

"I fear you will find this offensive, Princess. In order to locate a person, it is necessary to use part of the body or secretions of either the person sought for or an immediate family member. Any part will do, as will any secretion; not just flesh, which few would ever provide, but blood, sweat, mucus... even bodily waste can be used to conduct the spell. Even hair "

I could see the revulsion on her face now and shrugged.

"Believe me, Princess," I wish there was some other way. I grabbed a small cup from a shelf and passed it to her. "I will leave the room for a few minutes... if you truly love your brother as I believe you do, please fill this cup with... with anything... so that I can find him for you."

Lorica ~

I had actually fully turned around and was more than ready to leave till I heard his voice. I didn't really hate him, just something about him brought so much fear, guess it was beacause a wizard took my fathers lands and I just judged them all as the same. Cruel, without emotion, and just simply had betrayal written on all of them.

"I - I -I"

Faltered a moment, kept my back to him mostly frozen for a moment. Caught my composure quickly while turning around to face him. Within that moment the tears were welling up in my eyes again. Next thing I knew I was walking with him, crying out her words as I spoke of Garretts' mishaps.

He began telling me about about a spell, only thing thing it needed somthing from within the body?!?! New fear built up inside me as he talked of blood, sweat, anything that the body created. Then handed me a cup to fill, well I doubt I would have enough tears to fill this up, though earlier I would have. Only other thing that came to mind was ......... blood.... What closer secretion could I have that would be as close to Garrett than my own blood.

Looked around for a moment trying to find something that I could cut myself with, nothing to avail. Closeing my eyes taking in a few deep breaths, pierced my nails into the palm of my right hand. Crying out with a hiss from the pain as the blood started to flow, quickly held my hand over the cup, digging my nails in deeper forcing the blood to stream out. Tears were mixing with the blood as they fell from my cheeks. Once the cup was close enough to being full, cried out again while pulling my nails out and stretching my fingers. Luckily there was a piece of cloth in the room and I wrapped it around my hand.

Slowly and reluctantly stared to walk out the room to give him what I had to offer.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I listened at the door as I heard her cry out. She had injured herself by the sound of it, which meant she was drawing blood. Urine would have been sufficient, but blood would make the spell even more potent and realistic; her decision made me smile. Regaining my concerned posture I paced the landing and waited for her to open the door.

"Princess," I said, making my deep voice tremulous. "Did you...? Ah yes, I see you did. Thank you, thank you... I will begin the spell immediately."

I led her back into the room and pulled back a curtain to reveal a tiny alcove within which stood an altar. I lay the cup of blood on top and began to chant some magical words. This was a special place. I kept it for secret workings. Even my slaves were unaware of this sanctuary, but the princess now... she would soon enough find herself working as my temple maid here. She could see it.

With a final pass of my hand, the color flared over the cup and balled into a red seething mass in mid air. I circled my hand over my eyes and the ball followed it. Finally I cast it forwards to land on the floor behind the princess with a flash. As she turned I saw her eyes open in shock.

Standing there before her was Princess Lorica. Or at least, the person... the animate spell... looked exactly like her. With the exception that the spell Lorica was naked, there was no way to tell the two women apart.

"Princess," I said with a chuckle. "Meet Princess Lorica. I call that the Genus Spell."

Lorica ~

Watched closely as he conducted the spell, it was fascinating to see how he controlled the red smoke as he did. Pondered for a moment if the smoke would have been different if I used something other than blood. Wishing I understood his type of magic, wanting to know if he was casting a spell to help find my brother, or something against me. It was hard to tell when you don't really trust someone.

Almost regretting that I did give him something, blood no less. Then the regret became stronger when I saw myself staring back at me, naked!?!?

"Is this some kind of joke? How is th.... that thing going to find Garrett?"

Walking backwards towards the door, the thing that was supose to me just stood there, like a puppet waiting for it's masters control.

"I'm sorry to have disturbed you, I wish for you to rid of that thing.... I must go."

It was clear that I Was scared of what he did, my back hit the door as my hands started to fumble to get it open.

"I shouldn't have come.... I'll find him on my own."

Words were of anger and fear, not understanding what he has done.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I watched as the princess stammered and fluttered her hand against the door. She was afraid, but she had no idea just how much she had to be afraid of yet... nor how well that fear could change to something else over a period of a few months.

"No, Princess," I said. "Don't go. I believe you wished to know where your brother is, and now that you have given me what I needed the least I can do is show you where your brother is."

The confusion was evident on her face.

"Yes, I know where he is. Let me show you..."

I pulled back a curtain that hung over a large mirror that at first looked to be crafted into a frame shaped like two naked women facing each other across its silvered surface. As I ran my hand up their bronze bodies and they began to moan and writhe however, the question arose for the princess as to what craft this was.

Within seconds of the stimulation the flat mirror shimmered into life and showed a picture of a half-dark room in which lay a bound man. I tweaked a nipple of one of the women in the frame, making her scream and the image zoomed in to show it was of the prince. Sat near him, running a hand over his struggling form, was a goblin woman.

"See, Princess, I know exactly where he is and what is happening to him. I understand that the tribe are currently arguing about which order he should be made to impregnate their women in... and you know the goblins. They become so hungry when they make love."

Lorica ~

"I still don't understand what this .... thing... had to with finding with him, when all you could have done was look in the mirror!?!?"

Still at the door managing to get it open after seeing where Garrett was. I was horrified. Wanted to run and with the door open I would have been able to, but was frozen as I watched how the mirror worked, flinching when he made one of the girls scream. Most of all, the sight that the image brought.
After I got my thoughts back, listening to what he was saying, my blood was payment it was not meant to find Garrett.

"You have no right to use me like that, I came to you for help and you lied to me about the blood. It had nothing to do with finding him. I don't care what you do with this puppet you created.... Well I do.. but you had to create it for some sick purpose.... just leave me alone."

Fear and anger seeped through my words, tears were fighting against the anger. Finally my body listened to me and I started to run out of the room.

Hersteller der Dirnen

I turned towards my creation, the new Princess Lorica, as the real princess ran.

"Stop her, Princess Lorica," I said.

At once my creation sprang into action, her certainty and direction letting her move faster than the real princess whose confusion still delayed her. I heard their collision outside before the real princess reached the stairs. A scream, a twist, a fight. I stepped outside to watch what I knew would be swift and decisive action. Cast from the real princess's blood, my creation could read her mind and change her own motions accordingly. Within seconds, she had the real princess held fast in a grip she could not escape despite her struggles.

"Now, princess, that is not nice. You gave me your fluids as I asked, and in return I showed you your brother as I promised. Now, wouldn't you like to help me save his life?"

I could see her ready to scream her rebuttal but continued.

"Oh, you can save his life you know, Princess... and in order to do so I needed to create the new Princess Lorica..."

Her annoyance tinged with confusion as I grinned at her.

"Oh, I should explain. You see, that particular tribe of goblins are under my domain. They would not dare kill someone I ordered them to let live... and would instantly slit his throat if I so demanded. So with a mere word, I can keep him alive, but I would need an incentive to do that..."

Suddenly, she seemed to understand where the conversation was going and she did not like it.

"Princess, for as long as you choose to serve me I will keep your brother alive. The new Princess Lorica, my creation, can take your place in the castle so that none will know you are absent."

I stepped forwards and knelt before her, putting my finger under her chin to make sure she was looking into my eyes.

"Princess, I leave your brother's life up to your decision. In a second, I will order my creation to let you go. If you remove your clothes and give them to her, that she may return in your place, I will tell the goblin women that they may do nothing more than mate with your brother. If, on the other hand, you choose to run... my next action will be to tell them to kill him."

I stepped back to a safe distance.

"Princess Lorica, let her go." I ordered, and at once my creation released her grasp.