Violet shook like a boiling kettle about to burst from pressure.

"Actually, let’s talk about Lorely’s tastes first." She laughed nervously, wearing an innocent smile while committing the greatest anime betrayal in Holloweye’s history.

Lorely’s head wings stood on end. She stammered in outrage. "Are you serious?"

 "Actually, Lorely was totally straight before-"

The harpy grabbed Violet’s shoulders, drowning the room with her yellings. "Say no more! Or I spill out your secrets too! Aaaaaah!"

She cried as she shook the warlock, complaining how Violet always repaid her devotion with the short end of the stick.

Violet kept blabbering as her head wobbled.

But Slade couldn’t understand a word from their screeching and bickering.

Griscent poked her tentacle at Slade. "(How about turning into a woman to show your sincerity about understanding their heart?)"

The idea made Slade uncomfortable, but the girls’ reaction to his question was several times worse. He could at least shapeshift into a female for their sake.

His translucent silhouette thinned while growing up.

Violet and Lorely shut their mouths, observing his transformation.

They gasped, swooning at Slade’s appearance. His pristine skin, rosy cheeks and fluffy feathers toppled the wrestling girls. "Gyaaah! He’s so cute!"

Slade-harpy hesitated, reaching out for Violet. "Hey, are you okay? W-whoa!" She pulled his hand down.

He fell between Violet and Lorely, who cuddled him to death. Are we bonding as girls? Their guard dropped haha…

 "(You should promise Violet to observe their wants without hasty judgement.)"

Slade nodded. "Violet. Just like you accepted me whole, I want to do the same for you. But, I cannot unless I understand you…"

He groaned, burying his face in her chest. "I don’t know what’s taking over me. But I feel the impulse to overpower you, to ravish you by force…"

The idea of raping her made him uneasy. No, what he wanted was different, yet dangerously close.

His dick would turn into a wet noodle the moment he’d see pain or repulsion on her face. But he didn’t understand his desire.

He wanted to encounter some sort of resistance, and conquer it. Perhaps, rape was a mere manifestation amongst the infinite number of way it could be expressed.

 "Is that so? Am I so pretty that you’re losing total control of yourself?" Violet giggled.

 "What a great match! Violet loves being put into submission."

 "Hey! No, that’s…" The warlock grimaced.

 "Human females create excuses to make their mating partner look cool."

 "That’s it! I act bitchy sometimes to resist and challenge you to expose how firm and powerful you are. But I want you to ravish me regardless, because you’re the person I love and trust. Don’t mistake me for a slut who’s just desperate to get raped!" She lifted her thumb to Griscent.

Griscent’s tentacle ripped space, opening a tiny rift leading to an obscure dimension.

"Observation log 426 of sovereign Lady Iralin. Subject frequently engaged in intercourse with lower status males and sovereigns alike. Conditions for arousal were more relaxed when interacting with higher status partners. According to the subject’s words, her partners must display superior traits, either by status, wits or physical strength."

 "Oh, I remember that woman… Her men fought in arenas for a chance to have sex with her."

 "However, as the subject defined herself as ‘the finest ass in the entire species of noble sovereigns’, she was superior to her partners in overwhelming amounts of ways. Hence, the expression of raw physical strength of the male partners was the most reliable trigger for arousal."

Griscent modeled her former sovereign in a simplistic one dimensional way: ‘He flexes, she wets.’ But the simple model fulfilled its purpose for manipulating the slutty sovereign.

 "Makes sense. Going physical talks directly to instincts."

 "The subject would enjoy taming men using her status, her beauty and drugs. It often happened at the expense of other women, who witnessed their male lover swearing their undying love for the subject and licking her feet."

 "Hey, isn’t that what you tried in-" Tentacles sealed his lips, interrupting his words.

 "Observation log 426 concluded." She stashed her notes in the dark void.

 "That’s true, I want to conquer Slade, civilize his raw dark impulse to turn his strength to my side."

 Is that why Iralin was promiscuous? She enjoyed turning men to her side, gathering a network of diverse power that would fight for her… But I guess it was for naught in the end. Griscent’s illusion showed that many of her simps died fighting to the bitter end instead of forfeiting.

Violet wanted to be ravished by a lover she trusted and could overpower her even if she resisted. She wanted to feel his strength as he fucked her. That’s why she never resisted with all her authority, instead she just struggled vainly with her physical strength.

 "I give you my consent to go crazy, Slade. You can even humiliate me to put me beneath you as long as it doesn’t exit this room because we trust each other. I enjoy it when you listen to your instincts. Isn’t it the same for you? You want to conquer me through strength and manliness, but there would be nothing more painful than hearing that I don’t enjoy your dick, right?… Unless you like being treated like shit?"

 "Yes, it would break my ego… If I understood correctly, you are into full degen sex to wholesome vanilla as we conquer each other?" Slade muttered, trying to make sense of her tastes.

The women nodded. The translation somehow worked.

 "You’re a lifesaver, Griscent! How did you know all about this?"

Griscent’s eye glazed. "Unwise, but smart. Beholders observe inferior species for instrumental purposes."

Lorely creeped behind Violet and pinched her butt. "By the way, what was that earlier?! Don’t spill secrets like that!"

The two bickered while Slade pondered.

He would accept and validate their deepest desires.

If they enjoyed the dramatization of his power, authority, and lust for them, then so be it.

He had to stand on stage and overcome their resistance, no matter what. Even though it could look like rape outwardly, he trusted the strength of their relationship. He wasn’t allowed to falter and disappoint them as long as they didn’t say the safe word.

He sorted his thoughts, reaffirming his plan. Start as dominant and cold as they need and thaw into a sweet lover as they yield to me.

Only using physical strength as the vocabulary of their love was a waste. Instead, he could tap into extra dimensions to reach his full potential. Authority, magic, physical mastery…

But nobody could be the best at everything.

A new train of thought worried him. With so many ways to flex, everyone had their own chance to arouse a woman.

What if a man outshone my weaknesses and chased after Violet? Will she act like Iralin and seduce him?

Slade would be really sad.

But just because humans had instincts didn’t mean that they followed them. Having good reasons could be enough to stop someone.

Then, I’ll give her a reason to never look at another man.

Jealousy and lust lit a fire in his core. He would sear pleasure so deep into her flesh and mind that she would never be satisfied with anyone else.

The impulse to jump at Violet and conquer her creeped up along his spine. He licked his lips. This time he was in control.

Snapping his finger, he called the gnolls to his side.

"Be my chair." His order was directed at the witch with long hair covering her right eye.

Normally, Slade’s rank in gnoll society would be lower than every female. But the rules blurred considering that he was a female harpy, and could turn into a female gnoll.

Acknowledging his superior rank, the witch knelt on four, obeying without hesitation.

Slade sat on her shoulder blades and crossed his legs. The satisfaction gave him a mischievous smile.

The display of dominance didn’t escape Violet and Lorely. They were still bickering, but their eyes were glued on him.

Violet bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs.