“It’s you! That lamia!”

You recoil at the sight of her. You’d met this lamia one night while strolling the jungle. It was hard to forget. Lamias are dangerous, and she’s no exception.

“It’s me, and it’s you,” she says. “It’s so nice to see you again.” She giggles.

You thought you’d have a pleasant stroll in the jungle, but out of nowhere her tail curled around your hips and lifted you into a tree. You remember well that previous night, her hypnotic eyes and coils wrapping around you. You were with a friend then, who shoved the lamia away and woke you up.

Today you’re all alone, no one to help you if you run into trouble. You’d best run away from trouble, but the lamia slithers closer.

“Nope, not dealing with you!” You shove her away and push out of her scaly coiled seat. “Just leave me be.”

You walk away down the branch, looking for an easy way back to the ground. The lamia grabs your face and pulls you to hers, her eyes pulsing with hypnotic hues.

“Aw, don’t be that way. Just let me look into your pretty eyes, hmm?”

You already feel those colors slithering pleasure through your head, pleasure you drowned in the night you met. If you look a second longer you’ll fall back under her spell.

You yank your head away and stumble back. The jungle sways around you, but you’re free.

“You don’t want me to look at you?” she asks. You try to find your voice to rebuff her, but your head is reeling. Your vision starts to clear up, but the lamia curls her tail around your shoulders and pulls you back to her.

“Then, let yourself look at me.”

Your eyes widen as you stare into the lamia’s hypnotic colors. The jungle fades as her presence fills your mind.

It felt so nice to stare the night you met. It would feel so good to stare again. You want to stare again. It feels so nice to be wrapped up in her coils again. You want to sink into her hold. It feels so nice to be hypnotized. You want to be hypnotized.

Your mind sinks until you forget where you are, who you are, what you’re doing, everything but the lamia, her hypnotic colors pulsing through your mind with endless pleasure. You sway along scales, her tail twisting and squeezing you like a massage.

A snap scatters the colors from your head and the pressure on your mind releases. You blink and sit up, leaning against the tree trunk on the branch.

“Feeling alright?” The lamia sits on the branch smiling at you. You yelp and cover your eyes, but you peek through your fingers.

“What? What happened? Why did you—?”

“That was fun,” the lama says. “I always enjoy a good snuggle.”

“Was that it?” you ask.

“That’s all I wanted, cutie.” She holds your chin. You can’t help but blush. You should look away, so close to her eyes—what if she’s lying?—but you don’t. “I’d be happy to have you over again sometime.”

“I—I don’t—” You stand up and back away. “I don’t—know if I—should.”

Despite your words you feel a desire to. It felt so nice to be hypnotized, memories of it kept popping into your head.

You dream about her hypnotic eyes.

You want to see her again.

She let you go, didn’t she? She’s not actually dangerous.

You keep dreaming about her, every night. You think about her when you wake up. You need to see her again.

So you return to her a few days later. She’s all too happy to snuggle you in her coils again and fill your head with those glorious, blissful colors.

“You looove looking into my hypnotic eyes, don’t you?” she says.

“Yehuhhh,” you mumble, your senses already muted with one glimpse. You’ve felt so much pressure in your head since you last sat her, your thoughts so loud and the world so harsh, you’ve needed this to relax again.

“Just let me hypnotize you again,” she says, curling her tail around your head and pulling you closer. Your face has already broken out into a loving grin. “There’s nothing dangerous about letting yourself be hypnotized by my enchanting eyes.

“Except . . .” But your mind has already sank so far, the rest of her words become only a pleasant hum of her melodious voice.

Once again you sway through peaceful, scaly paradise until the lamia wakes you. You feel refreshed and content, as if you hadn’t slept since the last time you met her. You thank her for the enjoyable time, and she thanks you for visiting.

“I’m always happy to have you over,” she says.

You think about her all the way home. You think about her while home. You dream about her. You daydream about her. You don’t want to think about anything else. You want to be hypnotized again. You need to be hypnotized again. Just one more time, maybe, it feels so good to sink, it feels so good to not think, it feels so good to be hypnotized again and again and again.

Two days later you’re back. You can’t stop smiling the whole time, giddy from anticipating her eyes. You almost ask her to hypnotize you before she says anything, but you don’t want to seem too eager.

She seems to read your mind, though, and asks if you’re back for another hypnosis session. You gleefully say yes, and before you know it you’re gazing back into her hypnotic eyes, mind stirring back into blissful mush.

“My hypnosis is so wonderful, so enticing,” she says. “You just can’t get enough of it, can you?”

“Nngguuhhhh . . .” The speech centers of your brain are already falling asleep.

“It’s perfectly fine to let me hypnotize you all the time,” she says. “Every day, if you like, over and over again. It feels so wonderful, and there’s no danger.

“Except . . .” Once again your mind sinks beyond the ability to process anything but melodious pleasure.

When you wake up this time her tail rests lazily around you. You nuzzle her tail and she giggles, squeezing her scaly tail over your shoulders and around your chest and against your butt. You’re not even sure how long you stay after the fact, and before you leave you already find yourself wanting to fall back under her spell.

You barely think about anything else for the next day.

You’re back tomorrow.

“Ooh, you’re back already?” the lamia asks.

“Mmhmmmmm,” you say. You want her to hypnotizie you. “Can you hypnotize me again?” You feel like you need it. You feel like you aren’t real when she’s not hypnotizing you.

“Hmm.” She taps her chin. “Did you listen to my warning?”

“The huh?” You follow her eyes, even though she’s not using her hypnotic spell.

She smiles to you. You smile back. She lifts her head and you follow her eyes, circling and swaying with her.

“Ahh, you’ve already gotten deep into it,” she says. “You see, my hypnotic spell is quite addictive. Just one session isn’t enough to set in, but another will be enough to make you an addict.” She giggles as you continue following her eyes. You’re barely listening to her. “If I’d found you any later, you might’ve gotten me enough out of your system that you wouldn’t have become addicted, but now you’ve let me hypnotize you so many times. Oh, you’ve been dreaming and daydreaming and obsessing over me, haven’t you?”

“Yeah . . .” You try to process what she’s saying. If you’ve become addicted to her hypnotic spell, you shouldn’t let her hypnotize you again. You should just go. You should.

She grins wider. Your smile widens to match.

One more hypnosis session wouldn’t hurt.

She curls her tail under your chin and squeezes your smile even wider.

“Doesn’t it feel so good to be addicted to me?”

“Feels so good,” you mumble.

“You want me to deepen that addiction, don’t you?” Her eyes pulse with her hypnotic colors. Your eyes widen, staring deeply as they drink of her pleasurable, addictive hypnosis.

You mumble assent, almost a gurgle, as her colors flood your eyes and shut down your mind. She slithers closer until all you can see are her eyes.

“You love been addicted to my hypnosis,” she says, “and you love being hypnotized into my obedient addict.”

As your grin stretches from pleasure you can only sigh and purr, hypnotic bliss swallowing your mind. She pulls you close and kisses your lips.

“If you let yourself be hypnotized, you’re addicted,” she says. “If you’re addicted, you’re obedient. And if you’re obedient, you’ll let yourself be hypnotized.” She gives you a quick smooch on the lips between each statement. “Again. And again. And again. And again. And again . . .”