A King's Harem

"In my heart there is only my King. My mind is focused only on serving him, and obeying his will," Thorax droned on, eyes glazed over, staring at nothing. Drool leaked from the corners of his lips just as precum dripped from his erect shaft, pooling onto his chest.

Smiling to himself, his horn alight with magic, Sombra thrust once more into the changeling's ass. The pleasure the hypnotised creature felt as a result was far greater than what any normal orgasm could have ever been like, and yet he didn't cum. He wasn't allowed to, after all. "Your body is my plaything," Sombra growled. "A toy for my pleasure."

"My body is a toy for my King's pleasure," Thorax repeated, a drunken giddiness to his words. "My body and my mind are my King's playthings. My body and my mind are for my King to reshape as he desires." He had a wide, serene smile on his face as he said that, his consciousness so completely submerged in magically amplified pleasure he was willingly drowning in it.

Sombra had to actually halt his rhythm and bite his lip not to cum at that. Not that it would have been a problem, he could keep going, but he wanted to save his orgasm for the moment the changeling's mental rewiring was complete. Thorax was the last one of his slaves to need any further conditioning, after he'd gone through Flash and Sunburst too already. He'd saved the changeling for last, and was acting just a bit more carefully given the changeling's slightly alien mind and biology. There were only a few finishing touches left. "Would you do anything for your King?" Sombra asked. "Would you obey his commands without question?"

"I exist to obey my King," Thorax said, evenly and without hesitation. "I would do anything he asks of me."

Sombra smiled and sped up his thrusting. "Would you kill those you love for your King?" He probed at Thorax's mind with his magic, ready to shape away any unwanted thoughts and inject more of his commands.

"I love no one but my King," Thorax replied. "I will kill anyone he commands me to."

Sombra moaned and threw back his head. Just a little more. "Your King is a god," he growled out, "and you are his plaything. A toy, unthinking, without will. The whole world is your King's playground and he can do whatever he wants; decide over everything and everyone. You are your King's personal toy, the highest honour a worthless creature like you or everyone else could ever aspire to, and it is your pleasure to be used by him however he wishes." He was breathing fast, close to climax as he stroked his own ego just as Thorax's tight insides stroked his shaft. "Your King's will is divine and all must bend to it!"

Thorax, despite the way his body shook and his cock throbbed like it was about to burst, still spoke like a colt reciting a poem to a teacher. "My King is the sole divine ruler of all that is, and it is right for everyone and everything to be as he wills it. To be as he wishes is joy, to be chosen by him is bliss, and to be against him is an unthinkable sin. I am nothing but what my King chooses to make of me, and that is the greatest pleasure of all."

"Yes!" Sombra hissed as he failed to hold himself back any longer. He hilted his fat cock deep within Thorax's ass and let loose a torrent of pent up seed as his balls tightened up against his crotch. "Mine," he muttered hoarsely as his magic spread through Thorax's mind to further refine and solidify his control. He kept cumming and speaking in harsh whispers to himself, lost to exploring the changeling's twisted psyche. "I'm your god, I own you, I'm all that matters, hnng!" His cock throbbed almost painfully as yet more cum shot out of it, so much having flowed out already that it was leaking out of Thorax's hole, staining their thighs and the bed sheets both.

As he came down from his high a moment later, Sombra looked at Thorax, still lying beneath him. The changeling's eyes were still glazed over, and his cock was still hard and leaking. The sight made Sombra's own shaft throb and a bit more cum leaked from his tip deep inside Thorax. Sombra, sweating and breathing heavily, pulled out and got up with his knees onto the bed. He reached and stroked Thorax's cheek, possessively as one would with a toy, and wondered to himself about letting the changeling cum yet after all.

He had been a good toy, but did a toy even need to be rewarded? Did a toy even deserve anything? "Do you deserve anything?" Sombra whispered in Thorax's ear, as he still stroked his cheek.

"Nothing is deserved to anyone but my King, to whom all is deserved. Everything else should be in accordance to his will."

Sombra's cock twitched at that. He leaned forward and kissed hungrily at Thorax's lips, then at his ears and horn and neck. He pressed himself to the bound changeling, grinding their chests and abs together, his nipples stiff against the smooth chitin of Thorax's exoskeleton. His cock and balls, slick and sweaty, touched and rubbed against Thorax's.

Yeah. Why not? With a snap of his fingers, Sombra undid both the physical bonds holding Thorax in place and the mental ones keeping him from cumming. Thorax's cock twitched and shot ropes of strangely coloured cum over their abs as Sombra still ground their bodies together, taking in the taste and smell of his slave and kissing and nipping at him all over. He went on as Thorax slowly came to from his mental daze, and the two embraced passionately, the changeling utterly, mindlessly, worshipfully devoted to obeying his King's every whim and pleasuring Sombra above all else.