The Submission of Dragonslayer Kira

The following is a work of fantasy fiction. It occurs in a setting of dragons, adventure, fantasy, and magic rings of power. Expect themes of bondage, mind control, lesbian domination, humiliation, role reversal, and hopefully an eventual slave and mistress relationship.

This is my first story here, and I thought I'd test the waters with this. Let me know in the comments if you'd like to read more. I have a few chapters worth of content outlined for this if people like it.

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"Come along now, Lyriel. Don't stand in the doorway, you never know what might come rushing out at you," Kira said.

Kira walked through the abandoned fortress' door with the confidence of a career adventurer, which was exactly what she was. With golden hair, an athletic body, and a body blessed by the gods she was what everyone prayed would come for them in their hour of need.

The finely wrought armor was the best money could buy. Kira's many adventurers, and especially the dragon she'd slain, had given her more wealth than most lords, though she bore such wealth humbly thanks to her frugal origins. Her only extravagances were her weapons, her armor, and her home in one of the nicer districts of Brightrun.

At least, that was the image Kira projected to the world. Inwardly, she was tired, exhausted, and more than a little impatient with her student trailing along behind her. She just wanted this trip to be over so she could declare her charge fit for duty and go back to real hero work, this time alone without someone to slow her down.

In contrast to Kira's sterling reputation, Lyriel was a polar opposite. She had black hair and a fierce, rugged appearance. If cleaned up she might have looked like a haughty noblewoman, but in armor and covered in dirt she seemed more like a bandit than an adventurer. He background check upon entry to the guild revealed a few charges that would have labeled anyone who wasn't a noblewoman a bandit more than once, which was likely part of why her family had sent her off to become an adventurer. They wanted people like Kira to keep their wayward daughter out of trouble.

Lyriel was new to the adventuring life, sponsored by her family, who were a small house of frontier nobles. They held status back home, but in Brightrun that only bought Lyriel a position as a house guard. But her family still had a few connections in high places, and when Lyriel wanted to become an adventurer, they'd pulled some strings to have the best take her under her wing.

"I know, I know. You don't have to tell me again. What now?" Lyriel asked haughtily.

Kira felt her eyebrows twitch in annoyance.

"Now we figure out where the vampire is hiding. But watch out, high-ranking vampires like the one we're hunting always have thralls hidden somewhere."

The two stalked through the halls in search of their undead prey. It wasn't long before something lunged out at them.

"I've got you!" Lyriel shouted, slamming her bulky shield into a withered man whose skin clung to his bones. He was half dead already, and after Lyriel slashed through his throat with her sword, he was fully dead.

"How was that?" Lyriel turned to Kira smugly, only to find Kira looking around anxiously. Her loud battle cry had attracted the attention of all the thralls in the fortress, and then the battle began in truth.

They jumped out one after another, all of them thin and withered ghouls drained of blood. A dozen of them came all at once. And behind them was the vampire they were hunting. Her eyes burned red with hate, and she bared her pointed fangs and hissed.

Lyriel hefted her shield again with a cocky grin on her face as she faced the onrushing hoard. She seemed immune to the instinctual fear most humans had at supernatural foes.

Even Kira herself took a moment to master her trembling heart. By then the fighting had started.

"Hey, don't stand there, do something!" Lyriel shouted at her trainer. Kira felt a rush of embarrassment flow through her at being reprimanded by her student. That was their opposite of their relationship. Kira was only an iron-ranked adventurer, while she was platinum, and a renowned hero of the realm.

Kira shook herself back to her senses and spoke a word of power.

"Byak!" she shouted, and the vampire thralls were flung back all at once. But the vampire herself was not so easily slowed. She moved like darkness and appeared between Lyriel and Kira.

Kira stepped in to defend her student and crossed swords with the unholy abomination of the night.

"My my, look at the pretty thing I've caught today. Is that you, Kira the Dragonslayer? To think, they'd send someone like you after me!" the vampire stared hard at Kira, only breaking her sinister grin when she noticed a ring on her finger glowing vigorously in proximity to Kira.

Kira braced herself for powerful and deadly offensive magic, but none came. Instead, the vampire laughed.

"It's my lucky day! Finally, a full match to the ancient collar. You, Kira, will make a truly potent slave!" the vampire laughed.

"Get away from me, wretch!" Kira shoved, throwing the vampire off her. The move was slower and weaker than it should have been, and to her surprise Kira discovered her knees were shaking, and her legs felt weak. Something deep in her groin spasmed, and strangest of all, she felt oddly aroused.

Kira shook her head. Now was not the time for sexual fantasies. She had to get her head in the game. But try as she might, she couldn't fight the urge to submit. It was like a lifetime of suppressed sexual urges were making themselves known all at once.

Or worse, a horny slut deep down inside her was suddenly rising up to take control. And it was using that control to do anything the vampire wearing that ring commanded.

"It's useless to resist, Kira. The ring reveals your truth. You were born in need of a strong hand to guide you." The vampire stalked forward, sword hung loosely at her side as though she knew she wouldn't need it.

Kira tried to hold her weapon up for a swing that would finish the fight, or otherwise cast a spell to destroy this vampire, but try as she might her arms felt too heavy to lift and her mouth felt too dry to speak. Her knees clattered together so loudly they made a rattling noise, and it was all that she could to not to fall down and press her forehead to the ground.

The ring on the vampire's hand pulsed pink, and Kira knew that was the source of this power. Whatever that ring was, it was touching something inside her and using it to draw away her strength. She needed to fight through this brutal energy drain effect and finish the fight before the vampire finished her.

"Hya! Gotcha, bitch!" Lyriel laughed as she plunged her sword straight through the vampire's back and up through her heart. The vampire woman tried to turn, but even her undead physiology couldn't withstand such a blow. Far from finished, Lyriel pulled out a trusty axe she kept as backup and hacked off the vampire's head in a few quick blows. In seconds, the fight was over.

"First vampire slain. That wasn't so tough. And to think they said this was a gold-ranked quest! I didn't even need you for it." Lyriel laughed and sheathed her weapons before rummaging through the vampires' pockets for coins like a common bandit.

Meanwhile, Kira fell to her knees, panting in exhaustion as strength slowly flowed back into her. She wiped sweat from her brow. It would be a shameful thing indeed for a famous hero and platinum ranked adventurer to lose her life to some bandit with a shiny ring.

"W-well done, Lyriel. Gather proof of the kill and we'll return to the adventuring guild," Kyra panted.

"Told you I punch way above my weight. To think they wanted me to start at iron." Lyriel rolled her eyes, then peered at Kira's exhausted form slumped against the nearest wall.

The faint sheen of sweat covered the beautiful adventurer's brow, and her chest heaved. She'd loosened her armor to cool herself off as blood flushed her cheeks. She squirmed and rubbed her eyes together in a way that caught Lyriel's breath... and awakened something predatory in her eyes.

"Hey, Kira, what happened to you?" Lyriel peered over at Kira while she collected trophies from the vampire and the thralls.

"I... I think it was that ring of hers. Don't worry, I'll be fine in a moment. Retrieve it for me though, will you?" Kira asked.

Lyriel nodded and plucked the ring from the dead vampire's fingers. There was something about the ring that called to Lyriel, begging her to wear it. She found she really wanted to try it on. But Kira was still technically in charge, even if she seemed helpless at the moment. So Lyriel handed the ring over.

Kira caught it, only for the ring to let out a hiss as it struck her palm.

"Ow!" Kira yelped, as though she'd been struck by lighting. The ring clattered to the ground, and Kira tried to grab it again, but the same thing happened.

Then, Lyriel picked it up and felt nothing.

"Huh. Guess the ring likes me and not you." Lyriel shrugged and put the ring on.

"Don't put that on, it could be cursed or worse. We need to--" Kira protested before being cut off.

"Quiet," Lyriel said with the authority of a queen. Kira immediately shut her mouth like her body didn't dare disobey in the slightest.

"Huh. So, this thing is magical, is it?" Lyriel asked.

Kira was silent, but the muscles of her jaw worked back and forth. Lyriel noticed her struggling and raised her brows in faint amusement. She didn't think the famous Dragonslayer Kira could wear such a flustered and sexy look.

"Speak," Lyriel said with the same voice of authority.

"As I was trying to say, we should get it appraised, especially if you plan to wear it. Besides, items always fetch a higher sales price when they're appraised beforehand," Kira explained.

"Oh, I'm keeping this thing. I feel good wearing it, like I could slay a dragon!" Lyriel grinned widely and laughed. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Kira suddenly found energy returning to her drained body, and soon the two of them left together.

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Something had changed thanks to that incident with the vampire and the ring. When they'd walked out here, Lyriel had been the reluctant student, and Kira the patient teacher.

Kira had her set up the tent and tend the cookfire, mind the horses, and do all the little things a student was supposed to do when learning a new trade like adventuring.

Now, Kira did all that for both of them while Lyriel lounged by the fire, feet kicked up on Kyra's pillow while she waited for Kira to finish setting up camp.

Thankfully, experienced hands and a bit of magic made short work of the familiar tasks, and soon both adventurers were sipping on fresh stew.

"Ugh, my feet are killing me," Lyriel complained.

"It's because you didn't break in your boots before this trip like I told you to," Kira replied.

"Oh shut it. I don't want to hear that again. How about you make yourself useful and massage my feet instead of talking?" Lyriel said with a yawn.

And, like magic, Kira found herself kneeling before Lyriel's feet and rubbing the soreness out of them. Words refused to spring to her lips, and only her hands seemed to function properly as the world narrowed down to the toes before her.

That same heated arousal flooded Kira's loins in full now. Here, on her knees, rubbing the feet of a girl five years younger than her and two adventuring ranks lower than her, she felt more sexually alive than she ever had in her life. She longed to throw her clothes off and rub herself as hard as she was rubbing Lyriel's feet.

Just what was happening to her?

Kira was no stranger to the things men and women did in the bedroom. She'd never had time for a man, though plenty had tried to court her. She knew she liked strong willed types, and yet being a platinum ranked adventurer she'd never found any strong enough to stand up to her. But Lyriel here was different.

There was something about Lyriel that didn't give a damn about societies expectations. Something strong willed and powerful that was ready to reach out and take whatever she wanted from the world, and damned be the consequences.

Suddenly, Kira found all the annoyance she'd felt turning into admiration. And not just ordinary admiration, the sort of admiration a dog might have for its owner.

Heavens above, what is happening to me?

Kira's legs trembled beneath her as she imagined herself at Lyriel's feet like a loyal dog eager to obey.

"Enjoying yourself there, Kira? Do you like being my little footgirl?" Lyriel teased.

"Y-yes..." Kira answered with a small and weak voice.

Lyriel blinked, surprised at the confirmation, then grinned wider as suspicions she'd gathered ever since putting on the ring were confirmed.

She suddenly yanked away her feet, pulling them from Kira's hands.

"Stand up, Kira," Lyriel ordered.

Kira stood obediently.

"Turn around."

Kira turned around.

"Bend over and touch your toes."

Kira bent over and touched her toes. While she bent, Lyriel could see the glistening of warm wet fluid running down the cracks of Kira's armor.

"Holy hells, you're dripping down there! You're actually getting off to this, aren't you, Dragonslayer Kira?" Lyriel grabbed Kira's hair and pulled it back, forcing the more powerful adventurer to look her in the eyes.

"Y-yes, I'm getting off to this," Kira admitted, face red as scarlet.

"It's this ring, isn't it? Damn, this was a lucky find. To think I'd have the famous Dragonslayer Kira at my beck and call. No wonder that vampire bitch was so excited..." Lyriel laughed. "Alright, Kira, take that armor off. I've wanted to try your gear on from the moment I saw it."

Kira stripped. Her gear didn't end at her armor either. The gambeson beneath it was just as magic as the enchanted mithril plates. Beneath that, even her underclothes were magically reinforced.

When Kira was completely naked, Lyriel let out a low whistle.

"Damn. That eager to strip for me? And wow, you are a horny slut. Look at those nipples!" Lyriel grabbed one of Kira's nipples and twisted it.

"Mhmm!" Kira let out a muffled moan.

"And look at that dripping snatch! You're practically watering the ground with that thing!" Lyriel laughed as she put on Kira's high-quality armor.

"What do you know, a perfect fit. I hope you know I'm keeping this. You can have my old stuff," Lyriel said, kicking Kira the rusty old armor of an iron-ranked adventurer.

"T-thank you..." Kira mumbled, and Lyriel laughed again.

"I can't believe it. The famous Dragonslayer Kira is thanking me while shivering naked in the cold after I robbed her blind. My girls back home would never believe it. This is enough to get me hot and bothered too. You know what? Leave the armor on the ground there. You can put it on in the morning. I have something else in mind for tonight. Come into the tent. And show me where your journal is. I know you take a bunch of bullshit notes for the guild."

Lyriel waltzed into the tent Kira had just set up, then rummaged around through her old things until she had her journal. Kira flipped through the pages, then mumbled in disappointment when she didn't found the notes more akin to accountant's logs than a diary. It was just a record of their adventure with no embellishment.

"Give me your quill. I'm going to make sure the fact that I saved your sorry, submissive ass gets in the official record," Lyriel said. She went to work a moment later, scribbling down a very embellished account of their recent adventures, which had Kira completely helpless right from the start of the fight. Meanwhile, Lyriel defeated the vampire and all the thralls on her own.

When she was done, she found she still had plenty of ink left.

"How about you crawl over here on your hands and knees, Kira? I want to try something." Lyriel said.

Kira crawled, and once she was in position, Lyriel began writing on her back, butt, and stomach. She scrawled her name first, along with all sorts of slang better found in brothels than on the body of a famous hero.

Above Kira's dripping cunt, she scrawled the words 'Lyriel's luggage girl.'

When Lyriel made the final strokes, she felt a sense of satisfaction and a job well done. Meanwhile, Kira's legs trembled as she broke into an uncontrollable orgasm.

"Holy shit, did you just cum from that?" Lyriel laughed at Kira's embarrassment and humiliation.

"Y-yes, I came," Kira admitted, cheeks flushing.

Lyriel shook her head, though she couldn't conceal the grin on her face. "Imagine the disappointment everyone will experience when they realize their favorite hero is a submissive lesbian slut? It's going to be a shame to tell them. I won't even have to do anything, just order you to strip in the middle of town and this writing will to the work." She gave Kira's ass a slap.

"P-please no, that'll destroy my reputation..." Kira protested.

"Well... I suppose I could be convinced to spare you, but on one condition." Lyriel held up her hand and the golden ring on it.

"Anything," Kira offered desperately.

"I want your help, not just now but long-term. You're going to help me establish myself as a hero, just like you. And while you're at it, you're going to help me figure out what this ring can really do."