It was Mira, one of the younger maids of the manor. No older than nineteen. She had soft blonde hair tied in a bun, a flushed face from running errands, and lips that always looked like they were seconds away from begging.
He turned slowly in the chair, his eyes low and heavy with intent. "Close the door, Mira."
She blinked, confused, but obeyed. "Is something wrong?"
Auren stood, walking toward her in complete silence. He circled her slowly like a predator studying prey. Mira fidgeted beneath his gaze.
> "Mental Bind," he whispered inside his mind.
Her body froze.
Mira's lips parted slightly, confused, breath catching in her throat. Her eyes widened as she realized she couldn't move.
> "You feel that?" Auren murmured into her ear. "That's your mind... caught in my grip."
Mira whimpered, barely understanding. She wasn't resisting—she couldn't.
Auren gently touched her cheek, dragging his thumb across her lips. "You're scared… but curious. Part of you wonders what happens next. Part of you wants to run, scream, resist… but that part is very weak."
He leaned closer.
> "Desire Twist."
Mira's breath hitched. Her pupils dilated. Her cheeks flushed darker, her thighs subtly pressed together.
Auren grinned. "You want to serve me. That's what you were born to do. You'll understand that soon."
He placed his hand over her chest—not forcefully, but possessively. Her heart raced beneath his palm. His fingers traced the buttons of her uniform, stopping above the first one.
> "Obedience Seal," he declared.
An invisible brand burned into her mind. Mira trembled as her body began to respond to commands she didn't even realize were there. He saw it in her eyes—the exact moment her fear shifted into fragile surrender.
> "Say you belong to me."
She struggled, but the words fell out of her mouth.
"I… I belong to you…"
Auren's breathing deepened. "Good girl."
But he wasn't done.
> "Pleasure Domination."
He pressed two fingers to her lips. Her moan was low, shameful, and involuntary. Her knees buckled.
Her body betrayed her. Her mind fractured between what was right and what felt too good to resist.
This wasn't about lust. It was about control.
Auren stepped back, his eyes cold, hungry. "Strip."
She hesitated.
Her fingers slowly reached her buttons.
"No," he said, voice sharper. "With grace. Like you're undressing for a God."
Her hands moved more fluidly now, trembling fingers undoing one button at a time. Each inch of exposed skin was a form of worship, each breath she took was laced with corrupted devotion.
Auren sat back in the chair, legs parted, watching her.
This… this was power.
Not strength of arms. Not magic explosions. But dominion over another soul.
When she finally stood before him, bare and shaking, he saw the truth: Mira wasn't just afraid anymore.
She was his.
> "Kneel," he whispered.
She obeyed, staring up at him with glassy eyes and parted lips, trembling in the limbo between resistance and surrender.
> "Good," Auren whispered. "You're the first… of many."
He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair.
This world had offered him a second chance. And now, with mind control flowing through his veins, he would reshape it.
Not as a hero.
Not as a king.
But as a God of Pleasure, Power and Lust.
And Mira was only the beginning.
"Today, I smother the inferno that has devoured my soul for years—the fire of lust that clawed through my veins like a starving beast.
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"Hey Mira," Auren's voice slithered into her mind, not through words, but through the sharp thread of a psychic bond that bound her soul to his will.
She stiffened, her breath catching. He was inside her thoughts again.
"Yes, my lord," she whispered aloud, though he didn't need to hear her voice to understand.
"Take off your clothes."
The command echoed with weight—cold, commanding, inescapable.
For a second, she froze. A flicker of the girl she once was trembled inside her—before the leash of control wrapped around her mind like barbed wire.
She wasn't hers anymore. She belonged to him now—body, will, and breath.
With trembling hands, she obeyed.
Piece by piece, fabric slid to the floor like fallen shadows, until nothing remained but Her Naked body her Big breast was wants to Tell something to Auren. Her eyes didn't dare meet his, not from shame—there was none left—but from reverence born out of twisted domination.
Auren watched, his gaze a void pulling her deeper into the darkness of Sex.
Mira's breath caught as Auren's psychic command wove deeper into her mind, a silken thread that bound her soul to his. The bond pulsed, hot and unrelenting, and she felt his voice—not in her ears, but in the marrow of her bones. "Closer," he demanded, the word a velvet lash that made her shiver.
Her bare feet grazed the cold stone floor, each step pulling her deeper into his orbit. Her breasts rose and fell with her shallow breaths, the air heavy with the weight of his gaze. It was a void, his stare, dark and all-consuming, drawing her into a tide she couldn't resist.
A soft moan slipped from her lips, "mmh," as the bond tightened, his will brushing against her thoughts like a lover's touch.
"Surrender to me," he murmured through the bond, his voice a silken blade, sharp and inescapable. Her boobs heaved with each ragged breath, her pussy throbbing with a heat she couldn't suppress. A soft moan, "mmh," slipped from her lips as his thoughts wove deeper, unraveling her.
The air thick with their shared hunger. Auren stood before her, his dick straining against the fabric of his trousers, a silent promise that made her pulse race.
"Fuck," she whispered, the word a raw confession as the bond flooded her with his desire, a tidal wave that drowned her resistance. Her eyes flicked to his, drawn to the dark voids that held her captive, and she moaned again, "ohh," as his will pressed against her mind, teasing, commanding.