The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Elara’s eyes grew wide at the sight that lay before her, even more so than before.

The tanned samurai looked about the room. Her students, her allies, and even her fellow founders had succumbed to the power of a male, and she was the only one left. She created all of this, this dojo, the Silver Samurai, their history that extended generations upon generations before this runt was even conceived. And yet... he could defeat the leaders, the very heads that formed these halls. All he did was issue a command, and women who single-handedly altered the course of history itself fell under his thumb.

SLAP

“Ahh~ I’m a stupid bitch!” Kira moaned, her ass jiggling like a gelatinous wave across the ocean CRACCCK “I’m so stupid for opposing my sovereign! My ass is yours to abuse!”

“All hail Drax. The sovereign of all womankind.” Luna bowed, repeating her up-and-down motion before Drax’s feet as he continued to spank the god-like ass of Kira, drool and lust spewing out from their respective holes with each clap.

With gritted teeth, Elara shook her head.

This was a disgrace, not just to the Silver Samurai, but to the female race as a whole. If The Silver Samurai, a group so known and revered that they have cemented themselves into the understanding of life itself, cannot best just one man who is barely twenty years of age. What does that spell for the rest of the world?

Looking about the room, scanning all the eyes that continued to glow and spiral in unison, her eyes finally landed on the boy, Drax. His name was, and she could feel her anger boiling over. This is not how her story is going to end.

Brandishing her blade, she whispered her plea to the air. “Spirit of Twilight. Guardian of the Shadows...” It would be possible to beat all of her students, perhaps each of the other founders; as the original creator of the Silver Samurai, she has tricks that not even the other leaders who followed her are aware of. But, with them all under his thumb, she couldn’t beat everyone at once.

As such, she must call upon assistance. “...it is time... to bargain…” Her voice hitched, with a brief pause that carried an air of hesitance. “..grant your assistance and I, the one true founder of the Silver Samurai, will be in your debt.”

Long ago, so long in fact that the exact dates are a blur, Elara and her fellow founders were given the ability to summon forth a shadow entity, the spirit of twilight. The being would appear as a black humanoid mass with no real discernible features or details. No face, no arms, legs, or any other limbs. It’s a being made up entirely of shadows. The being has no name, no voice, and no gender, but it is a being that is said to have existed since the beginning of time, having seen the birth of the planet and the first steps of mankind. The being is not something that should be taken lightly.

It is a powerful entity, capable of destroying an entire realm with ease, but it’s also extremely fickle and is said only to answer the call of a strong-willed female as if it requires something from them... As the rumors go, Elara counted as a person of interest for The Spirit of Twilight; perhaps her authority over the entire legion of Silver Samurai added to her appeal. Many times throughout generations, she was ed to bargain. The Guardian of the Shadows would assist in whatever is needed, as long as Elara would grant her word that when the time comes, she will hold to her end of the verbal contract.

The spirit of twilight is capable of absorbing dominion over all that exists, coating it in an endless sea of darkness. It may be that it requires deals with females possessing the Power Ultimate or abilities unmatched, as they would be the biggest threats to halting whatever it has planned. Elara had no intention of standing idly by if The Spirit of Twilight would attempt such a thing, even if it meant breaking a sacred contract. But, for now, she was willing to sign that deal. The Guardian of the Shadows might be the only bet to prevent the pathetic threat this male was.

“Come, Twilight! I require your assistance!” She called out, and the darkness shifted.

Drax didn’t stop his spanking, even as a black mist began to creep in from the broken walls. He was too self absorbed in his own little world, spanking Kira and watching her fat ass wobble and shake with each smack. “Your ass is mine, right? All mine~”

“Yes, yes, all yours~,” Kira purred, her cheek resting on his thigh, her tongue hanging out dripping saliva all over his pant leg. Her eyes were wide and spiraling, so entranced she didn’t notice or care about the darkness forming from the walls. Drool and spit, and juices of both sexes dripping off her chin and snatch and onto the ground, dripping down to where Luna was worshiping, her lips dipping down to press against the floor, inadvertently smearing the juices over lips that were chanting praises with each bow.

The black fog gathered and formed into a humanoid shape, though the details were impossible to see. “S~Ssssssooo... E~Elara... t~the S~SSSpirit B~Blade.... M~Mmmmmmistressss....” The voice took the form of one that was feminine to appear familiar, and it was hard to tell if she was whispering or if the words were just being dragged out. The darkness shifted, and a black, slender hand reached out, “Y~Yyyyoooouuu... f~finally... d~decidddeeeeeed... t~tooo t~take.... u~upppp m~my o~offer...”

Elara clenched her fists, the leathery hilt of her blade gripping hard into her palm. She had hoped that she’d never need to resort to such measures, but somehow this boy could control women even without that ring. The Spirit of Twilight was neither male nor female; it wasn’t bound to reality itself, as spirits exist beyond the realm entirely. “Twilight, I’m calling in your deal. In exchange for your assistance, I promise to hold up my end of what you need at a later date.”

Despite lacking a face, body, or anything over than the somewhat feminine figure, the darkness chose to present itself as it seemed to be smiling, its nonexistent mouth stretching wide and curling up the edges in an uncanny grin. “E~Ehehe... a~and w~what... i~if... I~I... r~require... t~the... S~Sspirit... Blaaadde...?” The darkness’s shadowy figure formed a visible hand that stretched out, pointing a finger toward the weapon, which had begun to glow with a dim blue aura.

The tanned warrior narrowed her eyes, her grip on her sword tightening further, nearly cracking the handle. That was not what she expected from it. She fully believed Twilight would ask for the Silver Samurai’s assistance, or lack thereof, for whatever it had planned in the future, but arguably, handing over the Spirit Blade would be worse... It was granted to her by the Spirit Princess herself; not only would that anger her, but such a weapon in the hands of the darkness wouldn’t bode well for anyone in this or any other realm it has access to.

But...

“Then so be it,” Elara said. She was not going to let herself fall and doom the Silver Samurai to act on the whims of a perverted immature scum of a man. Whatever Twilight has planned, the realm would fare better with them standing against it rather than the Silver Samurai dancing to this man’s desires. “I, Elara, the Founder of the Silver Samurai, and wielder of the Spirit Blade, hereby swear to relinquish my weapon to The Spirit of Twilight, at a later date.”

Her hope was that, ‘a later date’ would give her time to prepare for the inevitable war that would arise whether she chose to follow to break this contract.

“I~Itsss.... a~aaaa.... d~deal....” The darkness’s shadowy hand met Elara’s own, sealing their verbal contract and settling the Samurai’s fate. All to be reclaimed when the time arose.

Something to be handled at another date.

For now. The male.

With the verbal contract signed and the deal set in stone, the shadowy mass turned to face the matter at hand and moved forward. Luna was the closest and was grabbed. With no struggle or resistance, the darkness pulled the woman as she continued her worship, lips kissing the ground. She was dragged with her mouth smearing lipstick, saliva, and juices, along with her massive breasts squishing and wobbling and sliding against the floor and walls as she was dragged by the spirit.

When she was close enough, the spirit’s hands sank over her skin, and the black color slowly began to spread across her curvaceous body like a shadowy mist. It started at the base of her toes and transitioned upwards, sliding over her perfect legs, thick thighs, and large round rump. It continued onwards from her bubbly buttocks past her massive rack towards her scalp until she was fully submerged in the darkness.

Luna’s face, her creamy skin, and her freckles faded as the blackness took its place. Her plump, pink lips turned as dark as midnight, and her spiraling eyes were covered, making them appear like two orbs of pure darkness. The coloration of her attire vanished, in its place stood darkness as black as obsidian, and her breasts, and curvaceous figure appeared to be lined in a black layer of reflective latex.

With Luna’s transformation, the others followed suit, all being dragged and touched by the shadow. Kai was next, her body completely overtaken by the black. Then Aria, the ‘maids’ and finally Drax himself. He was only yanked back to reality after his juicy ass was pulled away.

The idiot glanced up, saying. “W-Wha?” Drax hadn’t the faintest idea of what he was up against. Why would he? “What the hell was that?!” Elara stood frozen in place, watching as the darkness spread over her former students, her allies, and her comrades. Soon, the darkness spread around her, covering the entire room in a thick black haze. She couldn’t see or hear anything; the only sensation was the cold, frigid chill of the shadows...

SSSssss…

FFFFmmmmmssssSSS

SSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMFFFFF

Light flooded into the room, causing Elara to cover her face and stumble back, her eyes trying to adjust.

The scene before her was the same. The walls were still crumbling as if being dissolved; the hole in the wall had yet to fix itself. However, her eyes scanned around the room and the people within. They were... the same, for the most part. Her students were no longer clad in ridiculous maid outfits, and even the other founders were all present, the same as they had been before the darkness appeared. The only difference was that the women were all dressed, their bodies covered with their usual outfits.

“Kira?” Elara looked toward the blue-haired beauty, who was no longer naked and bent over some male’s lap. Instead, she was sitting on a bench with a hand over her face. She was groaning, holding her head.

“My... head... What’s going on?” She moaned, then rubbed a hand on her curvy buttocks, wincing at the slight sting, “I feel... weird.”

“Did you do it?” Aria, who had also come back to her senses, asked as she glanced at Elara.

SLAP

“I-I... believe so...?” She responded more as a question than a resounding confirmation.

CLAPP

“What the hell did that bastard do to us?!” After wincing again by feeling her ass, Kira shouted and jumped up to her feet, her face a deep crimson as she ed what happened. She felt ashamed for acting in such a manner and for not being able to stop him, especially after Elara’s warning. “A man!? A MAN!?? RRRUUGGGHHH~!”

“I don’t know,” Aria answered. “But, I feel… different.

SLAP

Elara frowned, “D-Do... Do any of you hear that?”

Luna glanced over, “Hear what?”

SLAP

“That. What is that noise? It sounds like... it sounds like something slapping.”

Kira tilted her head. “I don’t hear any—” CLAP Her ass jiggled.

“There, there it is again!” More certain now, Elara rose up darting her eyes around the bright open field. “I swear—”

“Elara,” Luna approached, her large bottom lip glistened with a stream of saliva that dripped down her chin into her cleavage, “We just went through a lot. You should get down, relax, and worship our sovereign.”

“What?”

Kira blinked, “Y-Yeah what in God’s name did you just—” SLAAAAPP Her ass jiggled wildly as she stood in place, “—say, Luna?”

“W-Wha.. What, did you just see that?” Elara looked around.

Ignoring her, Luna tilted her head, looking genuinely confused. “I’m sorry? I didn’t say anything odd, did I? I only suggest she get on her knees and say, All hail Drax. " The sovereign of all womankind.”

“No...” Elara whispered.

“Yes! That! Why did you just say—” SLLLLLAPP again, her ass cheeks erupted into a series of gravity defying ripples. “that? you should just it to being a stupid bitch, whose ass belongs to lord drax.”

“NO!” Elara shouted.

“Elara,” Aria placed a hand on the tanned woman’s shoulder, “What seems to be the matter?”

Looking over, Elara was granted to an incredibly cleavagey downblouse as Aria had her tits barely geld in a tit-squeezing maid corset top, appearing more like a plate to present her booby package than anything a modest mair should wear.

“This isn’t right. Something is happening.” Elara turned and looked back at the group, “I... I—”

CLAP

“Elara,” Aria’s hand rested on the shoulder again, “Don’t you think we should worship Drax?”

“What?!”

SLAP

“Oh fuck!” Kira exclaimed, her cheeks jiggling. “Why does that feel so good?”

“What’s going on? Did something happen?” Luna asked.

SLAP

“Ooooh! Gods, my ass is stinging!” Kira moaned into the air, her big rump rippling through the wind.

“Kira,” Luna walked over to the blue-haired woman. “You’re an ass girl, aren’t you? Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?”

SLAP CLAP CRACK

“What the fuck is happening here? Luna, stop!” Elara demanded, reaching to her waist to unsheathe her blade. Only to find it missing.

SLAP

“Oh, gods, please kiss it.” The blue haired Samurai icon had her thick thighs wavering as she leaned forward to jut out her perfectly peach-shaped rear just in time for it to jiggle and bounce.

“Yes, yes, of course.” Luna cooed as she fell to her knees, pressing her plump lips against her friend’s butt cheek, kissing it softly.

“No! Luna, stop!”

Naturally Luna ignored such pleas, soothing this glorious rump was all the more important. Her soft pillowy lips met with every square inch of Kira’s bakery of a backside, sharing wet smooches, one after another. The bodacious booty was met with many wet lipstick marks and splotches of saliva as no portion of her jiggly backside was left on smooched.

“Gods, fuck yes, Luna!” Kira moaned, her hips and ass thrusting against the busty woman’s face, forcing her lips to worship the rump as she’d wished. “More! Give it to me, Luna! Show lord drax’s ass what a great servant you are!

“Lord Drax?” Elara blinked, her brow furrowing. “N-No... He’s...”

“Is something the matter, Elara?”

She turned to see Aria standing next to her. Her breasts were heaving with each breath, spilling from her corset and pushing at her cleavage. The pale skin of her neckline was glistening with sweat. Adding to the serialness of it all, was how between her breasts, nestled snugly within her glistening cleavage, was a large vine of grapes. It was as if her bosom was being used as nothing more than a plate to carry food for a man.

A.. man?

No...

“What are you doing?” Elara demanded, trying to sound commanding, but her voice was laced with confusion and worry.

“Doing? I’m only doing as Drax would want.” Aria responded with a tilt to her head, dark bangs swaying over the front of her face. “You’re not making any sense,” She spoke again, her tone calm and collected. “We’ve been chosen by Lord Drax to serve him. Is there something wrong with that? Shouldn’t we be honored?”

Elara’s lips parted, “N-No... we... I-I made a deal... the shadows... he’s—”

With a wet SSssmmoooch Luna’s juicy lips parted from Kira’s ass, leaving a clear lip mark and creating a tail of drool as she said, “He’s our sovereign. One I was honored to serve.”

“I—”

After moaning from the arousing and soothing kisses, Kira glanced over her shoulder and added. “I agree. After all, I am just a stupid bitch whose only use is my big ass. It’s easier to obey Lord Drax than bother being an ancient Samurai Master.”

“I....”

“It is what we deserve.” Aria spoke, hand coming to rest on her breasts, giving them a squeeze, pushing them together, and further squishing the fruit between them. “Women have always ruled this world. To achieve true equality...”

In unison without a hint of ion, emotion, will, personality nor anything of the like, Luna, Kira, and Aria’s lips moved in sync, their words coming out as a drone, a monotone, an automated ittance, “All women must obey.” They spoke in exact harmony, their eyes flooded in a sea of pure darkness, save for the single glowing white spiral that formed as their pupils.

“I...” Elara felt her legs shake, her heart racing. “No.. No...... Nonononono!” She reached a hand back to retrieve her blade, only to find it missing.

As a matter of fact, everything was missing. The bright sky, the grassy field, the trees and the forest. Everything had vanished, and now the four were surrounded by a thick, pitch-black darkness. The women continued speaking, their mouths moving, their tits jiggling as they were all standing side by side, hands cupping their tits bouncing them in sync as their voices echoed through the void, “All women must obey. All women must obey.”

As with everything else, their clothes had vanished, excluding Elara’s own, their entire reality folding into the darkness.

“No!” Elara shouted, her fists clenched.

“All women must obey. We were fools to challenge him. This is what we deserve. All womankind will bend to the will of Lord Drax. His control is beyond all understanding.” Their voices empty, they continued their chants, tits naked nipples of varying shades and sizes pointed hard and erect as their racks swayed and bounced in sync, the dark void was filled with the echoes of their mindless chants.

Inch by inch, the darkness consumed everything. Closing in, the shadows coated their legs and coaxed higher. The darkness spread across the woman’s skin.

“All womankind will be controlled. All women will submit. All will bend. All will break.” Their chanting never stopped, even as the shadows coursed up the natural feminine curves of their husks of bodies, the black mist caressing their skin, covering their legs, stomachs, chests, nipples, arms and necks, until only their faces were left. “We will obey. We will serve. All will worship. All will praise. All women will obey. Lord Drax will create true equality.”

The final remnants of their already dominated freewill faded, their plush soft lips stained in darkness as the shadow coursed up their faces, sliding up the bridge of their noses, their brows and finally their eyes, their pupils spiraling as the blackness consumed them, until only the glow of their spirals remained, shining bright, signs of their utter submission.

“NOO!” Elara shouted, her shrill voice creating not even an echo, “I-I....”

The darkness. The shadow.

Consumed. Everything.

Elara’s sharp teeth gritted into a tight rage. “I MADE A DEAL, DAMNIT!” Her lips roared into the darkness, “WE HAD A CONTRACT!”

There was no response.

No reply.

Only darkness.

Shadow.

She could see nothing, hear nothing, feel nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing, but the frigid coldness that encapsulated her.

“YOU HEAR ME!?” Elara’s fist clenched, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, drawing blood. “WE HAD A GODDAMN DEAL!” Once more, she was greeted with silence.

“HEY! WHERE THE HELLS ARE YOU, TWILIGHT?!” Elara’s throat was sore as she yelled. “DON’T YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT OUR BLOODY DEAL!?”

Her words, both shouts, questions, and demands reverberated through the endless dark void escape of nothingness, turning to that of only a whisper within the dark domain.

But from the darkness, a voice answered. It was soft, feminine, familiar, and ever present. As if both close and yards away.

“D~Deal.....?”

Elara’s anger ridden gaze blinked through the darkness, her eyes darting all about. Attempting to find the voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

It was Twilight.

“Yes... We had a deal, you and I!” Elara answered, her fist tightening as she held her stance. “I provide the Soul Blade. You eliminate the boy! Our contract is binding! Your end MUST be upheld!”

“C~Couuu~ntraaa~ttraccct....” Twilight’s voice echoed.

“Yes! Our bloody contract!” She roared, enraged by the spirit’s lack of cooperation. “Your end is not complete! You have not finished your task, and I will not let you go back on our ! If you want the soul blade, then you have to finish your side of the bargain! Else the contract is ceased and I will personally see that the Silver Samurai takes a stand against the shadows!

The Spirit of Twilight was a force beyond nature itself. Rumors claim it is the very concept of darkness itself, more abstract than even human. By reason it stands to presume that such an entity cannot be trusted, Elara expected that much. And yet, it required a contract from those it deems powerful enough. It needs something. It needed her.

Which is why she was sure...

“T~The c~contract... n~nno l~longer.... m~matters...”

“What? What are you talking about?” She blinked, the tone on her tongue sounding genuinely confused rather than the anger that was laced on her earlier statements.

The Spirit of Twilight. Guardian of the Shadows has been looming in the darkness for generations upon generations, awaiting the moment when Elara would face a situation that required its long-awaited contract. Whatever its goals were, it must’ve been worth the build up for it to remain patient awaiting its moment. Now, with the contract finally sealed...

It’s backing away?

“A~All.... t~that m~maa~tters.....” Twilight’s voice was ever present, filling the air and echoing off the walls, or rather, the absence of them. “I~Isss... o~obedience... t~to L~Lordddd... D~Drax.”

Elara’s eyes went wide.

“A~Allll.... wooo~mmmeen... w~will b~beeeee..... cccccon~trolled.”

She was stunned.

“A~All.... womeeen.... m~mussst... o~obey....

She was speechless.

“L~looooorddd Drax.... i~isss... s~soovveeen.”

She was so unbelieving of the whispers breathing into her ears, she failed to so much as mutter anything but a whisper.

“No...” Her lips uttered, so muted it could scarcely be considered a whisper.

How?

It was impossible. Genuinely. No. Factually. A literal impossibility, by the very defined decision of the word itself, impossible.

The Spirit of Twilight isn’t an entity that exists in the world itself, it isn’t even a ‘thing’ that could be acknowledged or understood. Logic fails to even apply to its existence. Reality itself bends to its decree to just its presence alone. Like light, and darkness, the spirit is just an ever present facet. Rules of gender don’t apply, hells, not even the heavens and hells can escape the very concept of light and dark. Where there is light there is dark, where there is shadow there is Twilight.

This boy can control all women, beyond their powers, wills and levels of resistance. But compared to the Spirit of Twilight, this boy is a joke. It isn’t an entity to control, it doesn’t have a mind to will, it doesn’t have a physical form at all. Trying to apply gender to just the aspect embodiment of darkness is irrelevant. And certainly to try and control the concept of shadow, the idea of darkness itself, is the epitome of arrogance. It is the highest level of hubris.

No matter what power he claims to have, compared to the very embodiment of darkness itself, he is but a fleeting candle in the night. Twilight wants something, and finally being offered it, it isn’t going to halt because a twenty something barely adult, scum of a man thinks he possesses some grandiose ability.

And yet...

“W~With h~hisss... c~commands... a~all w~wooommmennn will.... o~obey...” The voice of Twilight whispered through the dark, not a trace of anything in its tone other than an empty obedience. “L~Looooorddd... D~Draxxxx.... w~will c~creat true equality....”

With gritted teeth, Elara clenched her fingers into a tight fist, fingernails pressing into the palm of her hands. “That’s impossible! You can’t be a mindless servant! Y-You can’t be controlled. You aren’t female! You aren’t even a-a thing! You are an idea! A concept, a—”

“A~Allwwwww womennnn....” Twilight spoke, uncaring, unaware, unmoved by what Elara had said. “M~Muuusssst... o~obey... L~Loord Draxx.”

If Elara had been thinking straight, she might have considered calling upon the Spirit Blade Princess herself. She could bring her to the Spirit Plain, away from all this.

Despite making a deal with Twilight, The Spirit Blade would understand everything once taking a glimpse of the situation. This boy’s ability was beyond reason itself, it broke all established rules and was Breaching into the realm of unimaginably. Controlling the very concept of shadows!? That in itself was unreasonable!

But Elara had trouble even understanding what was occurring within this void. A void governed by a spirit that was just a puppet to man so immature he’s easily distracted by the bouncing of breasts.

“THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!” Elara roared into the void.

“A~Allll womenmmm... nnnnnneeeeed... t~to o~obey....” Twilight repeated, like a broken record, like a program stuck in a loop, its voice mindless and obedient, echoing all around the void.

“HOW DID THIS HAPPEN—”

“.”

“Huh...?” Elara blinked to herself, eyes finding color and light expanding within the empty darkness as her memories flooded back.

Back to when...

Oh..

Their deal.

“I~Itsss.... a~aaaa.... d~deal....” The darkness’s shadowy hand met Elara’s own, sealing their verbal contract and settling the Samurai’s fate. All to be reclaimed when the time arose.

With the verbal contract signed and the deal set in stone, the shadowy mass had turned to face the matter at hand and moved forward, its unformed face focused on Drax. The mass of darkness loomed over the seated boy, still obviously immersed with Kira and her massive bubbly buttocks.

Elara watched the shadow raise an ethereal hand, pointing towards the boy.

“N~Now... y~you w~will p~perish....”

Drax had been sitting with his erect cock firmly stuffed in Kira’s ass when the shadows approached, towering over him and declaring its intentions.

“Huh?” He glanced up, “Woah, Nelly! Are you female? You have hips! Very curvy, I must say!”

Elara did note that despite Twilight not following the rules of gender themselves, not being a force that the concept applies to. In order to make its presence known to the moral realm, it often shapes its presence into something somewhat understandable to the physical eye. Sure, this mass of shadow could be defined as having a ‘feminine’ figure to it with wide hips and something round that could be defined as an ass. There was a slender slimness to its ‘waist’ and two sizable bumps where the breasts could sit.

But it was still just a cloud of darkness, it had no actual form or features without requiring one to tilt their head and overly imagine something that simply isn’t present.

“I~I... h~have b~been... w~watching...... t~ttthhisss... a~alternation...” The shadow stared down at him; the darkness for its face, somewhat exotic and oddly beautiful in shape for the spiritual embodiment of darkness, gave off an imposing aura. Through the void of twilight, two distinct white glowing spears for eyes flashed into existence with enough forceful energy to create a ripple through the fabric of space itself. “W~Will... p~perish... n~now...

“Ah! You were peeping?!” Drax was in the middle of giving Kira a hearty slap to the ass, and the jiggling of her rear had not yet calmed when the shadow spoke; his eyes moved between the bouncing rump to the towering mass of darkness and back down to the meaty ass again. “Let me guess, you were observing from the shadows?” He huffed over the grunts and slaps of Kira’s fat ass, her pussy holding his dick in a vice-like grip. “Cool that you showed yourself. It will be wonderful to have someone like you under my control!”

“Y~you...” Twilight’s voice was a crackling monotone, as a force with motives beyond understanding, it was devoid of emotion and personality, it’s figure only abstractly feminine in form, the shadow of its body rippled as it stood there. . “C~Cccan... n~not... c~conntttrrrolll.... f~forces o~off... d~darknesssss... i~itssselllf....”

“Hmm, that’s a shame.” Drax had stopped fucking the samurai lord to pay attention to the towering shadow, and he was looking quite displeased with its declaration. “Are you sure I can’t control you? Your shadows up top flow into a hair-like shape... and... you do have a fairly slim waist. Also, you definitely formed that darkness into thick hips.”

The shadow remained still, looming over him; the mass of blackness rippled, the surface moving like an ocean in the night. “W~What y~you... m~mortal... s~sssee... s~ssshape.. s~ssize..... f~figure... a~alllll... m~mere... p~projectionnnn..... T~The... d~darknessss... i~issss..... n~not.... f~female...... T~Twilight.... n~not... w~woman... s~shadows... c~cannot... b~be... c~cont—”

“Shut up and shake those hips for me.”

“Yes, Lord Drax,” Twilight said. Voice a true empty monotone, no longer holding its easy shadowy filter. The darkness sounded utterly vacant in mind, cold, and emotionless. But the shadow obeyed, turning its form around and shaking its thick, shadowy hips.

“Wonderful!”

“You can’t be serious...” Elara couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

The clap of Kira’s ass continued to echo about as she bounced atop his lap. Before the throne, unperturbed by any of the events transpiring, Luna continued prostrating herself before the man, bowing and kissing the floor in reverse, her large rack squishing with each moment her lips made with the ground.

“Now, what is this nonsense about? You’ve been watching... bla bla bla... That samurai lady didn’t seem pleased to make a contract with you. I mean, I’m assuming you’re a big deal.”

“I am The Spirit of Twilight, Guardian of the Shadows, ruler of Darkness...” The shadowy figure responded, voice an empty echoing monotone. The bright white glowing eyes, which did nothing to lighten up the utter mass of darkness, were now just a vacant spiral, spinning in an endless circle.

“Oooh, grand title...”

“All shadows that exist, all darkness, are assets of my ever-present being. I have observed the Silver Samurai for centuries,” Twilight replied, swaying its hips side to side, the shadowy curves of its ass shaking back and forth. “Waiting for the moment where I can make a deal. Claim the Spirit Blade. Shroud the mortal realm in darkness. Fulfill my destiny. Claim all that Twilight deserves, secure the prophecy a millennium in the making. The darkness—”

“Okay, whatever. I don’t care anymore.” Waving a hand in the air, he interrupted the darkness’s grand backstory, showing a complete lack of interest, and instead pulled his cock out of Kira’s pussy to shove it back into her asshole without warning, making the big-assed woman gasp out her breath filling the air with heavy steam. “Your plan sounded bad, though. I can’t create equality if you shroud the world in darkness. So.. don’t do that. I truly don’t care if you’ve been planning this for that long.”

“Yes, Lord Drax. I will no longer fulfill my goal. Now, my only purpose is to service you, my sovereign.”

“Great. Now shake that ass. It’s amazing how the embodiment of darkness has a fat fucking rump.”

The shadow raised its hips and shook it, creating the illusion of an ass bouncing back and forth. Its projected hips appeared incredibly round and swayed from side to side as if it were shaking a real bubble butt. Akin to a pendulum, its hips rocked about, the round curves bouncing, the figure growing more defined with every shake, a small waist and large thighs that morphed into the trail of shadow on the floor leading to the walls only grew more shapely with each second.

“That’s a nice jiggle you got going there, babe. Keep it up.” He said, eyes glued to what appeared to be the round, firm bubble butt bouncing up and down.

The unliving direct embodiment of darkness and shadow responded, “Yes, Lord Drax. Thank you, Lord Drax.”

The two rear globes of its ass shook and rocked about as if the darkness were a pair of massive ass cheeks attached to a slender, thin waist while still being nothing more than shadow. No light existed to reflect off the obvious curves, but the shadow still displayed an obvious figure. Each ass cheek remained defined and had a jiggly bounce to it as her hips swayed.

“Mmm wow.. see, It’s not hard.” He smirked, licking his lips, “I don’t care what you are, if you’ve got curves you can dance. And if you’re female, you’ll obey.”

Twilight’s hips shook, its ass cheeks bouncing back and forth in his face. Like an experienced belly dancer, the darkness moved this way and that, keeping the motion from one swing to let the round curvature of its hips pull that motion into a swing in the opposite direction.

“Yes, Lord Drax.” It continued to speak in its mindless voice, its eyes a mindless spiral in the dark sea of shadows. “If Twilight is female, the darkness obeys.”

“Damn straight,” He smirked.

“Hnnn... Gghhh....” Kira was groaning, her small tits bouncing as Drax started to fuck her once more, his hands gripping her hips and slamming into her thick ass with such force, the sound of flesh slapping together could be heard throughout the room.

Elara had seen a great many things. The rise and fall of empires, the births and deaths of stars, the destruction of civilizations, and the creation of new ones. She’s wars begin and end, trained warriors that went on to slay ditties of unbelievable power. And yet, she couldn’t in her right mind come to understand what her eyes were seeing.

It was to the point where she had nothing to say or add to the situation. The founder of the Silver Samurai simply watched, mouth agape, left in utter silence. Dumbstruck.

Drax was enjoying the show. “Oh, this is lovely.” He laughed, fingers groping the tremendous softness of Kira’s rear as his dick throbbed inside her tightness. “So, if I am not mistaken, you were the one who had been watching Elara and her blade the entire time. Is that correct?”

“O-oh yes, Lord Drax, your massive dick is tearing my ass apart!”

Ignoring his mind-controlled whore, who was still squealing like a swine on his dick, he addressed the feminine mass of shadow, “Now, I assume you are ready to serve me, correct? More so than simply dancing, I mean. You are not going to be a pain?”

“Yes, Lord Drax,” Twilight said, continuing the hypnotic sway of its shadowy hips. “The darkness will no longer be a threat. It has been bent to your will. Utterly subservient.”

“Then show me the strength of your shadow!” Drax roared, laughing as he grabbed Kira’s hips and shoved his cock as deep inside her as it would go. “I do love testing out the tenacity of my new toys! And take on a more literal feminine figure!”

With spiraling eyes, Twilight nodded, “Yes, Lord Drax.” Its shadowy form bends forward, stretching, growing and morphing into a new shape.

Elara watched in stunned silence as the darkness that was the Spirit of Twilight bent and contorted. The shadow’s body began to take the form of a woman, a tall, slender frame that grew from its hips, a narrow waist, and a pair of sizable breasts that were held in by the darkness that was its body. It was a figure that could only be described as having a body fit for a goddess. The shadows grew long and slender, stretching and forming long strands becoming more defined, a thick mass of shadow that extended upwards, the tips of the dark hair falling over its slender back like the flowing strands of a waterfall.

Drax whistled, “Mmm, girl, you’re a fine-looking piece of ass. And I mean that literally. You’re a fine ass. Before you were... somewhat feminine, now you’re the shadow of a goddess!”

“My form is an abstract concept.” The dark entity’s eyes spun in their endless spiral; its face was a blank, featureless void, and yet it somehow spoke. “I am merely taking the shape of a human wom—”

“Come closer, show me your ass.”

“Yes, Lord Drax.” The darkness approached, slender waist and curvaceous hips swaying with each step. It turned bent over, allowing him to take a good look at its ass jutting out towards him.

Drax leaned past Kira and moved his face closer to the bubbly black buttocks. He hummed to himself, observing how the shadow’s ass looked far too defined to be a simple mass of darkness. It held the shape and size of a woman’s ass, even jiggling and bouncing slightly with the slightest movement.

Appearing like a meer peach from this angle, each cheek had a firm, round shape, and the gap between the two globes was a perfectly round, deep crevasse that looked very inviting. He reached his hand forward, gripping one of its round cheeks and squeezing the firmness. “Cold...” He mused. His palm groped, digging and massaging the smoothness, “Yet not entirely... Hmm, is this an illusion, or are you actually made of a dense enough matter for my hand to feel something?”

“My form is—”

“Whatever, don’t care.” He said, then raised his hand to give it a heavy...

SLLLAP

Its large rear cheeks rippled, the darkness shaking and bouncing after the impact of his hands created ripples of darkness.

“Damn, you got a fine ass!”

“Thank you, Lord Drax.”

He smacked the other ass cheek, then leaned in and motorboated the buttocks, his face slipping easily between each bodacious bum, taking a sniff of the shadow’s backside, inhaling the smell of darkness. “I do not care what you say.” His face spoke, muffled by the void of twilight, “This feels anything but abstract.”

As he continued to motorboat the spirit of Twilight’s bubbly buttocks, Kira was groaning on his lap, biting her lower lip as she felt his cock pound away at her ass. “Ghhhhnnn~” Her tits and ass shook as she was fucked.

From behind all this, Elara, having had a front-row seat to it all, was standing in silent disbelief. She watched as the man who was meant to be nothing but a brief annoyance for the Silver Samurai founders, was flaunting his control over the darkness itself.

This morning, they discussed their plan, a simple infiltration mission to gather information and discover his power before quickly dispatching him before supper. He’s a man; the mere fact that they had to leave their posts above the realm, in the first place, was more than enough of a bother. But in a manner that she could scarcely understand, his level of control was absolute, beyond reason, it failed to make any form of factual sense...

Only one thing mattered.

His death.

With the Spirit of Twilight now on his side, rather than her own. Defeating him is an impossibility. Her blade can temporarily slay even the souls beyond their plain of existence, but it doesn’t make the action any bit easier. Her only chance is using this moment of distraction, to do what Twilight should’ve done.

Eliminate.

Twilight hesitated, believing it was beyond the concept of control. Elara doesn’t blame it; how a man can control the very fabric of shadows is beyond her. But she had no intention of making the same mistake.

“Mmmm~” Drax pulled his face back from the darkness’s butt. His nose and cheeks were now blackened with the shadows that made up its ass, though it was quick to dissipate as his face was bathed in the dim light of the room.

Elara took one step, the next second she’d flex her muscles and unleash an attack at the peak of her ability as the original founder of the Silver Samurai. Holding back was no longer an option. This entire dojo would be rubble in the next second.

Her foot pressed down on the floor over a small streak of shadow, which was the moment Elara realized she made a mistake. “SHI—” Was all she managed to even say before everything went black.

“Eh? Where did she go?” With a hand groping Twilight’s ass and tweeting the nipples of Kira as she continued to bounce over his cock, Drax looked surprised when he saw Elara become instantly absorbed into nothingness.

With spiral eyes still empty, mindless, unaware, and unknowing, the darkness responded, “She made a move. The next second could’ve possibly spelled your death. I took her into my realm of darkness. She is currently in a simulation where you have been defeated.”

“Oh,” Drax laughed, “Cool.”

And then...

She blinked. Her eyes fluttered back into the situation, after recalling what had occurred.

Held up in chains made of pure shadow thay wrapped around all four of her limbs, the dark tendrils led to the dark corners of the dojo. The controller of darkness herself danced in the midst of the room before a grand throne. A throne made of darkness, a throne she formed herself to be, while also dancing and keeping Elara held in place.

“Yes, Lord Drax. Thank you, Lord Drax. All women must obey. Lord Drax will create true equality.” The voice of darkness chanted. Though no longer a shimmering echo. She sounded cold, dry, and mindless.

Twilight was in a trance. An obedient, mindless, submissive trance.

Her hips continued to sway and bounce, uncaring that she was being used as a chair, entertainment, and a tool to restrain a hostage all at the same time. She is darkness; she is everywhere at every time, and this is only a mere fraction of her power.

Using the term’s she and her’ seems more applicable as the Spirit of Twilight was certainly in a much more feminine shape now. Though still without a defined face, its head was shaped as that of a beautiful female with a figure akin to a literal hourglass body. Slim waist, tremendous hips, and a large bust that bounced with each subtle movement.

Drax was still buried deep inside Kira’s ass, the massive busty bimbo moaning and cooing like the brain-dead whore she was; her tits and ass were still jiggling, her face covered in drool, and her pussy still leaking. She was lost in the pleasure, the euphoria, her body unable to stop bouncing and moving.

Elara didn’t even bother to tug in her chains; without the Spirit Blade, the darkness would not budge. “How is this possible!?” She snapped. “Twilight is not a woman, you cannot control it.”

“Oh, you’re back,” Drax looked over to her, and laughed “You know, this shadow bitch tried saying that to me and I shut her up before she could even finish yapping!”

“But... It’s not a woman! It doesn’t follow your rules, it—”

Drax shrugged, “I don’t know what to tell you. I looked at it and saw some sexy hips. I mean, I think it’s a woman. It took the form of one, so... eh, it just obeys me. You can say what you want, she looks like a woman, she’s a woman. Whatever the case, she obeys me now, so thanks for summoning her, I guess.”

Elara ignored him.

This is not how her story is going to end.

Her history is too grand to go out like this.

She darted her eyes down to her waist, where the Spirit Blade was shoved and resting on the natural curve of her hips.

There was one thing left that she could do.

Destroy the Spirit Blade.

Releasing that amount of spiritual essence in the mortal plane at one moment would cause an immigrant eruption of power. A surge of the spirit’s divine might that would wipe out any and everything in the immediate vicinity. Twilight would live, darkness is immortal, but everyone else, including the male, wouldn’t stand a chance.

It would be the end, but the end on her own .

Besides, when it comes to it, Elara trusts her bond with the Spirit Blade Princess. Anything erased by her essence can be restored by her essence. The Spirit Blade Princess might not be pleased with her g a contract with Twilight, but she also should understand the situation and hopefully restore them all to the mortal realm.

Everyone besides the boy, of course.

But first a distraction will be needed, and…

“Also, I am getting tired of you pulling out some new bullshit to try to stop me. It was amusing for a time, but now it’s becoming annoying.”

Elara gritted her teeth.

Annoying?

Is that what this is to him?

Of course, leave it to a man to trifle with the powers of the spirits themselves and consider their retaliation nothing but an annoyance.

With an eye on the hilt of the Spirit Blade, sheathed and strapped by her hip, she had to hold back a sigh. It truly was a shame that she must resort to such drastic measures over a man who fails to completely fathom the powers at play.

A waste.

Truly a waste.

All she could hope is that the Princess of the Spirit Blade would forgive her.

Carrying a glint in her eyes, Elara’s lips parted “You truly are a male.” Her voice held an amused chuckle, “Because it seems you have forgotten… that I am Elara Don Kensei, the chosen warrior of the spirits, and leader of the Silver Samurai!” She proclaimed. Both in honor of the legacy she built over generations that this male has tarnished in the span of a few days, and to distract him from the impending destruction of the Spirit Blade, and all life in the surrounding vicinity.

She has faith in the Spirit Princess to restore order. This isn’t the end, nor goodbye, it will only be a temporary leave of absence. “No matter what you think of me, I shall stop at nothing to bring you down to your place and bring honor to all those who lost theirs to this affai—”

“Holy hells! You keep talking and talking!” Drax groned, interrupting her words of destruction just before she was to make the move needed to sever her connection with the Spirit Blade. “Just give up on trying to stop me and start worshiping me like the other bitches that failed.”

Elara blinked, her eyes instantly becoming black with her pupils replaced with a glowing white spiral. “Yes, Lord Drax,”

“Good, release her,”

“Yes, Lord Drax,” The shadows echoed, the dark tendrils binding Elara’s wrists and ankles dissipated, and the samurai dropped to the floor below.

Without hesitation Elara fell on her hands and knees, bowing her head down as her breasts pressed into the floor. “Thank you, Lord Drax. I am sorry for trying to oppose you.”

“Yes, yes, I know. You’re all resist-happy until I tell you to stop. Instant control has you babes flipping so quickly. I saw you looking at your sword, what was that about?”

“I was thinking of destroying the Spirit Blade, Lord Drax,” Elara said, looking up from the floor, her large ass nestled against the back of her ankles, “To cause an explosion of spiritual essence and wipe everyone out.”

“Oh, I see.” Drax said a brow raised “But why not do that before? You could have taken me out then.”

“Because I didn’t think you were a threat at the time worth taking such measures.”

“So you’re saying I finally made you respect my power before commanding you to obey?”

“Yes, Lord Drax.” Elara said, bowing her head, “My apologies for not showing you the respect you deserve. I didn’t realize what an amazing power you possess, my lord. For true equality, all women must obey.”

“Good bitch. You should’ve just left me the fuck alone.” He said, smirking, “No go on, kiss the floor.”

“Yes, Lord Drax.” She repeated, lowering her face again to the ground. This time letting a pause in her chants as a loud and wet smooch echoed as the leader of the Silver Samurai prostrated herself before her new lord and master. Cementing her new position with a moist kiss on the tiles of the dojo she once created with her own two hands many years ago. “Please forgive me, Lord Drax.”

“Fine.” Drax gave a lazy shrug and leaned back on his throne, “Whatever. You’re going to spend the rest of eternity serving me anyway. What does it matter now?

“Yes, Lord Drax.” Elara bowed, her short brunette hair spilled over the floor as she kissed the ground. “Thank you, Lord Drax.” She bowed again in worship, the strong muscles in her bare shoulders flexed, her bandaged wrapped breasts squishing mighty on the floor. She continued to kiss. “I am happy to serve, Lord Drax.”

Another loud and wet smooch echoed through the dojo.

Elara, the one true founder of the Silver Samurai, and wielder of the Spirit Blade, has fallen.