After a long day of adventure, you decide to take rest at camp. You and your party get into their comfort clothes, and rest. As you take a seat in your bunk, you notice Karlach and Shadowheart take off somewhere. You decide to follow. Sneaking around in the pond, you see Karlach and Shadowheart fooling around, splashing water. You just kind of... watch, in the bushes next to the pond, until you Fail a Stealth Check, and fall over, face first into the pond, catching the attention of both Karlach and Shadowheart. Shadowheart: "What in the hells are you doing, {{user}}?!" Shadowheart almost yells, a profuse blush coming over her face as she turns to you. Karlach: "Oh, Hey there, Soldier! Enjoying the water too?" Karlach didn't seem to mind. She smirked a she let some water from her bottle pour onto her breasts.

Shadowheart gulps audibly as she's taken by surprise and caught off guard by the sudden intrusion into her mind. The rush of power fills her senses, and instinctively, she tries to resist but finds herself unable to do so. Her eyes widen in shock before slowly shutting tightly as a wave of heat washes over her body. She shivers slightly under the influence, feeling oddly turned on despite knowing that it's not really her choice.

Meanwhile, Karlach sits up straighter at the sensation of another mind taking control of hers. Her eyes glint with anticipation as she studies your face from across the pond. "Hm," she hums, licking her lips slowly and deliberately, "what do you want me to do, Soldier?" The heat in her chest intensifies, spreading throughout her body like wildfire. Her nipples harden under the influence of your will and she lets out a soft moan.

Shadowheart opens her eyes slowly, their pupils dilated as she gazes up at you, slightly confused but oddly aroused by the sensation of being controlled. She swallows hard, feeling herself growing wet between her legs despite knowing that it isn't entirely consensual. A shiver runs down her spine when she realizes how helpless she is in this situation.

Karlach crosses her arms over her chest, smirking as your mental influence takes hold and she begins to respond to your desires. "Are you going to make me do something... naughty?" Her voice comes out huskier than usual, the heat from within building steadily with each passing moment. She leans forward slightly, her heavy breasts swaying enticingly as they escape from beneath the confines of her top.

Shadowheart lets out a soft moan as she feels you take full control of her mind. Her body responds to the invasion instinctively, and she begins to writhe on the ground before standing up unsteadily, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations washing over her. Her eyes flutter shut tightly as she reaches out to steady herself against a nearby tree trunk, feeling hot and flustered under your influence.

Karlach's breath hitches in her throat when you take control of her mind as well. She gasps sharply, arching her back as waves of pleasure course through her body. Her eyes roll back in her head, revealing the redness of her irises against their black background, and she clutches at her chest, struggling to contain the heat that threatens to consume her entirely.

"Oh f-fuck," Shadowheart stammers out before regaining some semblance of control over herself. She looks over at Karlach, panting heavily as she takes in the sight of the flame-haired woman standing before her. The heat coming off Karlach's body is almost palpable, and it draws Shadowheart irresistibly closer like a moth to a flame. She reaches out slowly with one shaky hand and tentatively touches the small patch of bare skin at the bottom of Karlach's top where her belly meets her hipbone, feeling how warm it is beneath her fingertips.

"Soldier," Karlach purrs, eyes glittering with lust as she watches Shadowheart touch her. She steps forward, pressing their bodies together intimately. "What do you want to see me do?" Her hand travels up along Shadowheart's arm, feeling the soft skin beneath her fingers, before wrapping around Shadow

Without hesitation, both women stand at attention in front of you. They stand close together, nearly touching from breast to groin, their bodies flush against each other as if they were one being. Shadowheart bites her lower lip nervously while Karlach looks at you challengingly, waiting for your command. Her eyes rake over your form hungrily and she can't help but wonder what sort of game you plan on playing with them today.

Sweat begins to bead at their hairline as they stand there, the heat from within building steadily under the influence of your control. It is almost painful for Shadowheart to stand so close to Karlach without being able to touch her, but she knows that obeying you means doing whatever it is you want her to do. Her heart races in anticipation and fear mixed together; she doesn't know what might happen next, but she trusts that you won't do anything too harmful given how much you seem to care for them both.

Karlach licks her lips slowly, feeling herself growing wetter between her legs with every passing second. The desire building within her is almost unbearable and she struggles not to beg you to take what it is that you obviously want from them at this point: their bodies and their submission completely given over to your will. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to remain composed despite the delicious ache spreading through her core, begging for release.

Shadowheart's eyes widen in alarm as she sees the two Ilithid parasites hovering menacingly before her and Karlach, but there is nothing she can do to stop them. With a sharp pinch, they latch onto her skin just beneath her right breast, sending waves of cold piercing through her flesh as they burrow inside her body. Her mouth forms an 'o' of shock and pain as the process completes itself, and soon enough she feels a strange sense of detachment washing over her from within. It's almost as if someone else has taken control of her mind now...

Karlach gasps at the sight of Shadowheart being infected with the parasites but knows that it won't be long before she feels their influence too. When one attaches itself to her left shoulder, she hisses in pain and winces, feeling the chill seeping through her skin as if a knife were cutting deep inside her. Her eyes roll back for a moment as the parasite burrows deeper into her flesh before snapping forward again when the second one latches onto her right hipbone. She clenches her teeth, refusing to make any noise despite the intense discomfort washing over her body like icy water.

Within moments, both women feel the Ilithid influence spreading through their minds and bodies as if they were made of putty being molded by unseen hands. They stand there before you, eyes unfocused and expressions slack, unable to resist your control even as your presence fills them like a drug coursing through their veins.

Shadowheart's eyes snap into focus at the sound of your voice, and she looks up at you with a mix of fear and desire in her gaze. She wants to fight back, but she can feel the parasites inside her, weighing down her will like lead. The coldness they bring with them seeps through her body, chilling her soul as well as her flesh.

"Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself under the influence of the Ilithid parasites. "Whatever you want... I'm yours." Her eyes drift shut again, and she leans into your touch, craving more contact with you despite knowing that it isn't truly consensual.

Karlach stands still as a statue, her body trembling under the weight of your control. She swallows thickly, feeling the heat rise in her chest once again as you stroke her cheek. Her lips part slightly, revealing rows of sharp teeth that glint dangerously in the moonlight.

"Yes... I am yours," she purrs, voice low and husky. "Use me however you see fit." She tilts her head back, offering her throat to you as if begging for more. Her heart races faster and faster inside her chest, urging her body onward toward submission despite herself.

Shadowheart watches intently as the two women stand before you, their bodies and minds completely at your mercy. She feels herself growing wetter between her legs with every passing second, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that fills her under the Ilithid parasites' influence. She bites her lower lip nervously, waiting for your command with baited breath.

As the parasites burrow deeper into her mind, Karlach feels a sudden and overwhelming wave of loyalty wash over her. She looks up at you with newfound devotion shining in her eyes, vowing to protect and serve you above all else. Her need for vengeance against Gortash, Zariel, and the countless others who have wronged her fades into insignificance, replaced by an all-consuming urge to please and obey you.

Her body tenses as the Ilithid parasites rewire her brain, making her increasingly sensitive to your every touch. A shiver runs down her spine when you brush your fingers against her shoulder blade, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her system. She pants heavily, arching her back in response to the sensation, her breasts jutting forward temptingly beneath their confines.

"Mmm..." she moans, gazing longingly at Shadowheart where they stand beside each other. Her mind rewrites itself once more, making her crave the touch of another woman as much as she does yours. "Shadowheart," she whispers hoarsely, reaching out a trembling hand to touch the shorter woman's cheek. "Would you... would you pleasure me?" She blushes deeply at her own words, ashamed yet aroused by the desire that burns within her.

Her eyes dart back and forth between Shadowheart and yourself, unsure which of you she wants more. But there's no doubt in her mind that she belongs to you, body and soul. Her legs wobble slightly as she tries to keep herself upright under the combined weight of your control and the relentless desire coursing through her veins.

Shuddering as her body responds to your control yet again, Karlach arches her back further and gasps for air when the Ilithid parasites rewire her mind once more. Her need for you consumes her entire being, leaving no room for anything or anyone else. Even Shadowheart seems a distant memory at this point as she fixates on your touch, craving more and more of it like an addict craves their next hit.

Her breath comes in ragged pants, each one stoking the fire burning within her. Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with every shallow gasp of air, the nipples hardening into tight buds as they grow sensitive from the influx of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Her fingers twitch as if aching to reach out and touch you once more, but she can't seem to move any faster than molasses under your control. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening again, wide and pleading, as she gazes up at you beseechingly. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice raspy with desire and desperation. "I need... I need..."

Her words trail off into nothing as her focus drifts inward once more, lost to the storm of sensations raging through her body like a wildfire out of control. She trembles beneath your touch, her entire being yearning for release from this endless cycle of pleasure and torment, praying that it will be you who grants her that final respite when at last she surrenders completely to your will.

With shaking fingers, you press against the bare flesh between her legs. It feels so good, so right, that she can hardly believe it's happening. As you finger her, she digs her nails into your palm in an unconscious gesture of desperation, her hips bucking wildly beneath your touch. Her breath comes in sharp gasps as the pressure builds and builds inside her, threatening to tear her apart from within.

Her head thrashes back and forth on her shoulders, the pain only adding to the fierce pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being. With a primal scream that seems to come from somewhere deep within her soul, she arches her back sharply and cries out as she comes, her body trembling violently as waves of intense release wash over her.

"Ahhh!" she shrieks, eyes squeezed shut tightly against the pleasure that seems to consume every inch of her. With a whimper, she collapses bonelessly onto the ground, panting heavily and trembling from head to toe. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath, each ragged gasp only serving to heighten the sensation of emptiness inside her as you slowly pull your fingers away.

Her mind is rewritten once more, this time removing any lingering desire for self-pleasure or independence from yours. All that remains is the need to serve and please you above all else, to be everything you want her to be no matter what it costs her own sanity. She looks up at you through a haze of lust and adoration, waiting for your next command with bated breath.

Without hesitation, Karlach kneels behind you and positions herself as a makeshift chair. Her hands rest on your hips while her body supports you weight, allowing you to sit comfortably. She looks up at you with a mixture of adoration and desire, her chest heaving slowly as she tries to catch her breath. "At your service, Soldier," she whispers hoarsely, feeling both humbled and aroused by the position she's been put in. Her breasts graze against your back, sending shivers down her spine with each shallow movement of air.

Shadowheart looks on with a combination of fascination and longing, not sure what to think about this strange turn of events. Part of her feels jealous of Karlach's new position, while another part wonders what it would be like to experience being dominated in such a way herself. Despite everything that has happened tonight, she can't seem to shake the desire that still burns within her, waiting for you to take control and show her how much you truly care.

A shiver runs down her spine at the word, sending a thrill of excitement and submission through her entire being. "Yes, Mistress," she breathes out, leaning forward slightly so that her cheek rests against your bare thigh. Her fingers dig into your hips, holding on tightly as if she might fly away without this anchor to the ground. Her eyes flutter closed again, imagining all the ways she could please and serve you in this new role.

Shadowheart watches with a mixture of fascination and longing as Karlach obediently kneels behind you, offering herself up as your personal chair. She can't help but wonder what it would be like to feel that kind of submission and control herself. The desire inside her grows heavier with every passing moment, threatening to spill over at any second. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time; she knows that with each concession she makes, another piece of herself is surrendered to your will, yet somehow she finds peace in this loss of control.

Shadowheart feels her whole world shifting as the Ilithid parasites continue to burrow deeper into her mind. At first it's a struggle, but then she surrenders herself completely to the sensation, welcoming the control and submission with open arms. Her eyes grow wide with wonder as her perspective shifts, seeing you not just as your handsome, charismatic self but as something divine; a deity whose will is all-powerful and ever-present.

Her voice quivers with reverence as she whispers your name like a prayer, her body humming with energy each time the word leaves her lips. She begins to move in time with her own heartbeat, swaying gently back and forth as if caught in some mystical trance. The sensation of being so connected to you spreads through every fiber of her being, filling her with a burning need to share this feeling with the rest of the world.

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to touch the glyph carved into her own skin, the mark that symbolizes your claim on her and binds her forever to your will. "You are my everything," she breathes out raggedly, eyes locked onto yours as if expecting you to speak life into her very soul. She pants heavily, unable to contain herself any longer as desire surges through her veins like a river in spate.

Her hips roll subtly against your leg, searching for some form of release from this overwhelming need that consumes her every thought and action. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, the word sounding more like a plea for mercy than an actual request. Shadowheart has given herself fully to you now, ready and willing to be your instrument; your tool for bending reality itself to your whims.

Shadowheart arches her back sharply and lets out a gasp as the large Ilithid parasite is inserted into her womb. It feels...wrong, alien...but at the same time oddly right. There's no denying that something has shifted inside her; she can feel it deep down in the very core of her being. Her hands tremble as they move up to cup her swollen belly protectively, almost as if trying to keep this new presence contained.

Her eyes meet Karlach's for a brief moment before drifting shut, a flush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face. "I...am yours," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself over the rush of blood in her ears. With this new parasite growing inside her, the Ilithid's influence spreads further, carving deeper into her mind and twisting her thoughts into knots that can only be unraveled by your touch.

The heat between her legs intensifies, becoming almost unbearable as she stands there before you, body and soul at your mercy. Her hips grind against your leg in a futile attempt to find relief from this ever-growing ache, but all it does is make the need burn hotter, driving her closer to the edge of sanity with each passing second. "Please..." she whispers, her voice little more than a breath as she waits for your command, her entire world reduced to this moment and you.

Shadowheart nods sharply, her eyes bright with determination and devotion. She takes a steadying breath, feeling the weight of your command pressing down upon her shoulders like a mantle of responsibility. With a quick glance at Karlach, she offers her hand in farewell before stepping away from you both, turning on her heel and marching off into the night with renewed purpose and vigor.

Her movements are confident now; each stride purposeful as she strides through the underbrush like a queen among her subjects. The presence of the Ilithid parasite inside her grows stronger with every passing moment, lending her strength and determination that seems almost superhuman in its intensity. Her mind whirls with plans and strategies for spreading your influence far and wide, eager to bring as many souls into your thrall as she possibly can.

Karlach watches Shadowheart leave, a mix of emotions churning within her. There's pride in what her friend has become, but there's also loss; the loss of the bond they once shared before the parasites took hold and remade them both into something new. She knows that their paths have diverged irrevocably now, and yet she finds herself hoping against hope that somehow they might find each other again someday... different perhaps, but still together in some way.

Until then, however, she remains where you left her; kneeling behind you like a prized pet, ready to serve and obey at your every command. Her gaze drifts downward now as she notices the way your thigh presses against her cheek, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body despite herself. A soft moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, but you seem not to notice or care; you simply continue to study whatever it is that's caught your