I see DND and fantasy stuff and I must must get it out there; a half elf fighter who’s under the mind control of a bard elf. One who has a cocky smirk on his expression as he plays the flute and gets the man down to this knees and whimpering. He’s charmed him- and when the half elf spreads his legs and exposes his dripping hole, mewling pathetically and begging for the bard, begging him to fill his empty womb. To be bred. This is exactly where the bard wanted him, and he so ecstatically pumps the fighter full of his cock and seed. Only to watch that half elf’s belly grow so beautifully as the months progress.
Oh yeah, you've got my attention.
Imagine a tall, strong half-elf clad in mercenary leathers and bearing an impressive greatsword, a fighter in every single way. He's a poster child for masculinity. This guy gets shit done and is used to being in charge, both in and out of the bedroom.
But the elven bard has other plans for him. He's been on the butt end of one too many of the fighter's bawdy, insensitive jokes, and he's done dealing with his attitude. The bard uses his flute to weave a powerful spell that ensnares the fighter's thoughts and tears down his inhibitions piece by piece, until that big, strong half-elf is begging for his cock, yanking at his own clothes in his haste to be mounted and bred. And when the bard finally sinks inside of him? Yeah, that fighter howls with pleasure, thrusting back to take as much of him as he can, begging for the bard to fuck him into the dirt and come inside of him.
So that's what the bard does.
Once the spell wears off, the fighter refuses to talk about what happened, though he does treat the bard with a little more respect going forward. As the months pass and he finds his leathers growing tight around his waist, the half-elf fighter dives deep into denial. It isn't until about the fifth month when he can no longer buckle his belt and he feels movement within the taut bulge of his belly that he's forced to acknowledge that the bard left more than just some come in him that night.
