Posted on 2021-11-12 06:18:37
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First off, yes, I'm still alive, I've just been busy.

Anyway, this manip is a bit more... aggressive... than my usual fare, but I liked this image and the idea of the "respecting a worthy opponent" trope.

It took a few tries, since my first attempts came out a lot darker than I intended (i.e. a few of my early drafts had her outright saying she was hypnotizing the POV as an alternative to killing them, that the failed enchanter "boiled his brain in his skull" trying to hypnotize her, and that the POV would no longer care that she would be forcing his/her people into slavery and attacking their former allies.)

Also, I'm in the unfamiliar position of wishing her breasts were a bit SMALLER. If she were wearing anything else, I'd love it, but that armor kicks all kinds of ass, and I think they're so inhumanly big as to detract from it.

Posted on 2021-11-18 23:01:09
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I love the "spoil of war" trope! I think it's especially hot when the conquered commander is used against this scattered remnant forces, either singing praises of his newfound mistress or using his knowledge of tactics he's likely developed to quickly snuff out the last embers of a movement he had once valiantly spearheaded.

Posted on 2021-12-19 14:43:18
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Transcript:
It's over. Your army is crushed, your defenses ground to rubble, and at long last, I finally have you at my mercy.

Congratulations are in order, though: you put up the best fight I've seen in ages. Whereas the former rulers of my other kingdoms ran from me, begged and pleaded with me. or sent wave after wave of desperate conscripts to be slaughtered in hopes of slowing my advance, you were the only enemy I've faced truly worthy of the name. I respect that. That's why I have a special fate in store for you...

I once encountered a pathetic excuse of an enchanter who tried to control my mind with this little trinket. Of course, he'd never tried it on anyone with my strength of will, and he lived just long enough to regret trying. I did keep his bauble as a souvenir, though: take a good look, and surrender to me.

You were a worthy opponent, but now you're mine. A spoil of war, to be claimed by the victor. I'll make sure you enjoy your defeat at my hands: as satisfying as my triumph was, I think I'll derive just as much pleasure from seeing such an esteemed foe warming my bed, and feeling the one who valiantly led a charge to "send me back to the hell I came from” snuggling up to me on a cold night. You'll be a living reminder of my proudest conquest.

Now, come: kneel before your conqueror. Accept your place under my rule...