Kezohr has rarely been wrong before with his intuition. Of course, nobody is perfect, and every story has two sides. But – especially as a paladin – he [i]knows[/i] that that bat-possum has bad intentions. She’s a vampire, there’s no doubt about that, but she’s up to no good. And this town is none the better to it.

The paladin roams the streets, interrogating random civilians. But they all seem to just respect Silma for her services for town. There is an unspoken, shared… respect, no, fear? However, no signs of involuntary enthrallment. So, with a sense of shame, the draconic goat returns to the stall where he’d left the vampire behind. She’s still standing behind the stall, and she’s got this smirk that just oozes ‘[i]I told you so’[/i] once she spots the paladin returning.

“What’s wrong, Mighty Kezohr? Proven wrong?” she says tauntingly. Her crate with potions has been emptied, all of them sold in the time that Kezohr was wandering through time in search of evidence that proves her evil intentions. Goes to show how much time he wasted in search of proof that isn’t there.

“Yes. My sincere apologies. I must have misunderstood or misread the situation, Lady Aroras,” the paladin replies with a neat bow. The only way to get closer to the truth now is by getting closer to her. Inside the lion’s nest… or bat’s nest, in this case.

“It is quite alright. Would you like to accompany me over back to my manor so that we can discuss this in private, perchance?” Silma asks with a kind smile. While Kezohr doesn’t like the vibe that she’s giving, it would be the best way to gather proof of her schemes. So, with a slight nervosity, the dragon-goat agrees. “Of course, Lady Aroras. I would love to make up for my insolence.”

The two make their way back out of the village, returning to the manor where Silma resides. The entire time she’s walking behind Kezohr, who’s taken it up to himself to carry the empty crate back. Eventually, they arrive back at the manor, and Silma unlocks the door for the paladin, who carefully steps inside before Silma does the same, closing the door behind her.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” Silma says with a chuckle. “You can leave the crate down there,” she says pointing at a pile of various stuff and articles in the corner of the hallway. Kezohr does so, before turning to Silma. “Can hardly call this humble. This is a very nice manor, lady Silma. [i]Very[/i] nice, considering your… employment,” Kezohr says.

“What, a merchant? You do realise that I am not just any merchant; I am an alchemist. I help the people and travelers all over with their ailments and issues. That is a respectable trade, wouldn’t you agree?” Silma replies with a defensive tone.

Suddenly it clicks for Kezohr. She doesn’t use any magic to hypnotize the townsfolk. She uses alchemical solutions and elixirs. His eyes begin to sparkle and his paw itches to reach for his sword. But first he needs concrete evidence. “Can I see your work station perhaps?” the paladin asks.

[i]Score. [/i]

“Of course, my dear,” Silma replies, “just follow me!”

The vampire leads the paladin through her manor, leading him past the various rooms and halls, until they arrive at her work station. The elixir that she had been working on while the two were in town has fully dripped into the flask out of the alembic, leaving an odd see-through liquid with little silver specks behind on the table. She grabs it and holds it in the light, swishing it around, bringing the little dusty specks in movement in the liquid.

“Welcome. This is where the… science happens, I suppose,” Silma says cheekily. Kezohr steps inside hesitantly, looking around at the various potions and ingredients lined on the shelves. With his back turned on the vampire, she quietly approaches him. Before he can even react, she’s grabbed his chin and turned his gaze towards her own.

Kezohr is forced to stare into a deep sea of azure, swirling waters and an endless sky, both beckoning him to drift deep. Caught off guard, the paladin is forced to his knees as the vampire’s hypnotic control overwhelms his mind wholly and completely. The blue shifts through his own eyes, replacing the original hue of his irises. A little trail of teal smoke drifts from his eyes, and his jaw goes slack as his arms fall to his sides.

“That’s a good boy,” Silma says, laughing heartily at the way the paladin sank for her instantly. “You’ve worked so hard, haven’t you? Maybe you should take a little… holiday. Be my thrall for a bit. I’ll treat you so very nice, I promise…” the vampire continues.

The paladin nods. His mind is washed clean of thought and resistance, instead making room for the thoughts and desires to obey. Being on his knees makes it a lot easier to look up at her magnificence. Silma just smiles as she swishes the elixir around again.

“Open your mouth,” she says as her eyes return to normal.

“Yes, Mistress,” Kezohr replies automatically as he does so, leaving his mouth opened and his tongue lulling out.

Silma chuckles as she gently lets a single droplet of the elixir fall in the paladin’s mouth.

“Now swallow, servant,” she commands.

The potion droplet rolls down the draconic goat’s throat, and – just as sudden as her hypnotic control was – he’s immediately overwhelmed with an intense heat between his legs. His cock grows to full size within seconds, and his final leftover thoughts soon drip out of the tip of his length in the form of precum.

“There you go. Feels good to serve me, doesn’t it?” Silma asks as she lets her paw drift to the paladin’s bulging cock, peaking out underneath his outfit. “Maybe you can put that tongue to good use, hmm?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Kezohr replies again, fully obedient to her command now.

Silma chuckles as she sits drags a small stool away from the front of her alchemical desk. She drags it to the center of the room and sits down on it, spreading her legs right in front of the paladin, pointing at the panty between her own legs.

“Pull it down and get to work, thrall,” she commands.

Kezohr instantly obeys, crawling over to where she’s sitting until he’s right between her legs. His paw drifts underneath her skirt and finds the edge of her panties, gently dragging them downwards until they’re at her ankles. She lifts her feet for a second, allowing Kezohr to fully strip them off and toss them aside once that’s done.

With his eyes now aimed directly at her vagina, he places his paws on both of her knees, spreading them outwards just a little more, and then moving forwards ever so slightly. He then lets his tongue drift right to her genitals, at first tracing the outer edges before getting more close and personal.

Silma leans back in the stool, gently moaning. It’s been a while since she had such a good toy to use, most of the townsfolk want nothing to do with her besides her… services. So this is a nice change of pace, and the paladin is… suspiciously proficient at this. Her knees begin to shake from the pleasure, but that won’t stop her from focusing on controlling the paladin.

“Good thrall… keep going. Don’t stop,” she commands.

Kezohr’s paws move up, grabbing Silma’s thighs as he continues to pleasure her with his tongue. His eyes are still completely washed with her hypnotic blue, but there’s still a clear focus visible in them – laser focused on her vagina.

He continues to move his tongue in and out of her pussy, his movements becoming faster and more intense. Silma can’t help but moan in pleasure, wrapping her legs around the back of the paladin instinctively, gripping the desk behind her. The continuous moving of his tongue is driving her insane with pleasure, closer and closer to that orgasm she’s chasing.

Finally, as his tongue continues to move in circles, moving in and out of her – mostly guided by her moans – Silma tenses up and lets out a moan, louder than any of the others, as she orgasms hard as a result of the paladin’s hard work.

She uncrosses her legs, pushing the draconic goat away from between her legs and leaning back against the desk. The paladin remains motionless on the ground, and she has to take a moment to catch her breath and not lose focus on the hypnotic spell.

Her hand drifts between her leg, exploring the mix of liquids that’s left behind underneath her skirt, and wiping it away on a loose piece of cloth, before sitting back upright and taking a deep breath. Kezohr remains motionless on the floor, still utterly entranced by Silma, who smirks at the sight.

“That wasn’t half bad, paladin. Now, get up and run it from the top.”

