All around, there was water. Water and fog. So... a lot of water. A lot of water.

Alrek yawned and drew the oar back, dragging his little dinghy along in a lake that seemed to resist any motion he attempted across it. Fog rolled over his body and soaked his cloak in the chilly night air—and that cloak, and a pair of trousers, were all he was wearing. All he'd been able to retrieve.

He spared a bitter glance back at the great hill. Just barely visible there was the first great Standing Stone.

Alrek spat into the water and kept paddling, curling up as much as possible to conserve his body heat. He had to put those Stones out of sight. Put all of this out of sight. Hell with it.

The Misty Lake was named for more than the murk that immersed him. The waters were colored as thick as pea soup—old, moldy pea soup. A grayish-green hue that promised a helping of fellgae inhaled with every drowning breath. Fellgae was one of those undead entities that didn't really bother anyone unless they bothered it—trees that were chopped down when no one was around to hear them, flowers that never got to bloom, all collected around some sad fisherman's or lumberjack's soul to stew over old memories. It only unlived towards the surface, and rarely hampered the marine life much in obvious ways, but it made everything look like a river in Hell.

Alrek squinted, muttering a curse under his breath. Fellgae also made it impossible to see a thing around here. Everywhere was the same color. All he could see was what lay behind him, and he didn't want to see that.

He had been rowing all night. He hadn't slept, had barely eaten. His head was beginning to spin a little from it all. The fog was beginning to join with the water. All he could do was keep rowing, and hope he saw the forest on the far side soon.

"Oh, boy..." sang a voice from nearby.

Alrek gave a start. He looked around uneasily. At first, he wondered if it was one of the damn druids—maybe they'd broken their word after all, and he was bound for some ritual, or more of that catgirl's damned games... but no. It wasn't a druid's voice. The way it echoed, almost rippled through the air... through the water...

"Boy... oh, boy..."

He glanced warily over the side of the boat.

A pair of bright green eyes met his. A pair of plump red lips broke into a smile.

Alrek growled and turned away. Nixies. Or kelpies. Or mermaids. Something insufferable. Of course the druids would 'forget' to mention that during his and Larya's stay there. No need to tell the lambs about the wolves in the forest nearby—after all, what reason could they ever have to stray so far from home?

"Hello, sweet boy."

Alrek felt the boat rock, and turned, oar in hand, to face the woman who had grasped the stern.

She was unmistakably wearing makeup, in the way many fey had of looking perfect without a hint of effort—her lips were an exquisite red, her eyelids heavy and shadowed, her cheeks bright and blushed even though the water had to be frigid.

Her black hair, by contrast, was a messy, tangled bun, dripping wet. Somehow, Alrek got the feeling that her hair would always be dripping wet, even if she spent forty years in the desert without a drop to drink. Her skin was pale—unsurprising, if she lived in a lake this devoid of light.

All light save her eyes, of course. Brilliant green, as green as freshly-cut grass. She smiled widely. "That's right," she purred, "just lift that heavy, heavy oar up, back into the boat. No sense in even trying to row when that oar is so, so very—"

Alrek butted her in the head with the oar. Her head snapped back with a wordless yelp, and she splashed back into the water.

He returned to rowing, scowling. He was truly, absolutely not in the mood right now.

"That was really rude," said a new voice to his left. Alrek shot a dark scowl at the second fey. This one was blonde, very pale blonde, but her thick eyebrows were colored a deep sea-green. She arched those eyebrows at him, staring carefully just out of oar's reach. "Shelly only wanted some sport, you big lout."

"You're kelpies, aren't you?" Alrek said flatly. "I know your kind of sport. Not up for it."

"Not up for much, are you?" called a third voice to his left. This kelpie, also staying carefully out of reach, had brilliant red hair the color of salmon scales. She stared evenly up at him with a smile that seemed rather out of synch with that wicked, sadistic glint in her eyes. "My name's Peg. Heavy heart, giggledove?"

He rolled his eyes, hearing 'Shelly' rising out of the water again behind him with a little annoyed coo. The three kelpies flanked his boat, but didn't block his path as he continued to row. If they came within reach, though...

"We can relate," breathed Shelly, and he heard her give a soft sigh as if something was hurting her. Despite his better instincts, Alrek glanced back.

She was holding her breasts up above the water, wincing as though it caused her some kind of sensual agony—or pleasure. They were certainly enormous—enough so that Alrek initially wondered if this was some sort of lake holstaur he was not familiar with. Great pendulous orbs, shimmering in the faint light like massive pearls.

He tore his gaze away, flushing. Turning so quickly made his whole world sway, though, and he put a hand to his head. So tired. Too tired for this shit.

He would come to regret this show of weakness.

"Aw," breathed Shelly, but this time he didn't turn back. "They're so heavy up here, Jenny. S-So... heavy..."

"I know, right?" Jenny, the blonde, gave a sad sigh. "The surface is a heavy place, Shelly. Everything... tugs you down. Back down, down, down to the waves. You might escape for a time, but always... always slipping back down, down, down."

Alrek lifted his oar to the left side, pulled it through the water, then lifted it to the right side and continued rowing. He felt so tired, so bitterly angry in a way only going over twenty-four sleepless hours could allow. He absolutely refused to even listen to these kelpies try to hypnotize in. He was not in the mood for fey, damn it.

"I know!" Shelly giggled. "They weigh me down soooo terribly, Jenny. I find myself getting so heavy... and sleepy..."

She loudly yawned.

Alrek caught himself yawning. Damn it, that wasn't fair! Just yawning made him feel a bit dizzier, sleepier. And though he didn't look, couldn't risk being drawn to meet their gaze and stare in helpless trance, he could tell the kelpies were smiling. Peg's eyes glowed like embers in the roiling mists as she smiled at him, licked her red lips...

Alrek realized he was staring at her and tore his gaze back to the path. Or what he hoped was the path.

"Like, right? Especially when it's so foggy out, so late at night." Jenny was nodding. Her voice grew softer with every word. "My eyelids just start to feel like... lead weights... and it's soooo hard to keep 'em up."

"I know what you're doing," Alrek snapped.

All three kelpies turned to him, smiling innocently. He scowled at Shelly.

"What are we doing?" she asked, batting her thick eyelashes, cupping her breasts nonchalantly.

"You..."No, this is an obvious one. Don't answer it. "Just fuck off. I'm not in the mood."

"Aw, I know that feeling." She glanced sadly down at her breasts, her dark nipples barely peeking above the water's surface. "It's so hard when you want to do all sorts of things and just don't have the energy. You find yourself feeling so heavy... so... sleepy..." Her voice got breathier as she gave in to a yawn.

"S... Stop it." Alrek's efforts to stifle his yawn only drew it out. His vision blurred for a moment, and for a moment all he could see was the endless gray. That and their pretty green eyes. "'m not. Listening."

"It's not easy to listen, is it?" Peg asked. "Not easy to pay attention. I get it. Our words just sap all the energy out of you. Our whispers scatter your sleepy thoughts, soothe your sleepy head..."

"No, I... I can listen, you stu—"

"Then pay close attention." Peg's eyes smoldered with wicked design. "Unless you're too... sleepy."

"Too heavy-headed," Jenny chimed in from behind him.

"Too tired of this bullshit," Alrek growled.

He regretted the wording instantly. It was like they'd scented blood in the water. "Ooh, are you tired?" cooed Shelly, giggling.

"It's easy to get tired," Jenny murmured, a smile playing across ruby lips.

"It's important to get your rest." Peg nodded reasonably. "You look like you've scarce rested for days. Has the lake been... difficult to cross?"

Her eyes sparkled with a joke Alrek didn't quite get and definitely didn't like.

Alrek glared at her. She smiled indulgently back at him, so he redoubled his glare. Fuck her. Fuck her and her stupid eyes, her painted lips, her damn bouncing tits she was holding out of the water, so smooth and perfect, so unrealistically unblemished, like abalone, so... so soft and... oh, they squished together so nicely, like pillows, like lips... glimmering white amid the endless fog, like twin lighthouse beacons...

He tore his gaze away with a grunt and lifted the oar, paddling furiously. But he could not outpace the kelpies. And land was still nowhere in sight.

As he tried to lift his oar, he noticed it suddenly felt very heavy. He turned and saw why: Jenny, the pallid, ghostly blonde, had taken hold of the paddle and slipped it beneath her heavy chest.

"What are you doing?" he snapped, tugging in vain. He couldn't quite muster the strength. Gods, why was he so tired?

"She's not doing anything," Shelly said, as Jenny giggled. "it's just too heavy for you."

Alrek tugged on the oar, but Jenny held onto it. "Get your tits off of it!" he snarled.

"Aww." Jenny beamed, her green eyes shimmering. Almost... spiraling. "Are my tits too... heavy for you?" She batted her eyelashes. "Sooo big? Tell me how big and heavy they are and I'll move them!"

Alrek tugged again. Jenny did not let go. When he tried to lift it, he just made her breasts bounce up out of the water, and...

He swallowed and tore his gaze away, continuing to limply tug on the oar. It was too heavy. Jenny was too strong, or he was too tired. Too tired for any of this. "S-Stop it," he said, once more, but he was too tired to give his words any weight. It sounded almost like a request, a plea.

"You've been rowing for so long," Peg purred, swimming closer—now that he had no oar, Alrek realized numbly, the kelpies were getting much, much braver. He needed to get out his scythe, but that would mean letting go of the oar.

And if he lost the oar, he was dead in the water. Dead in kelpies' waters. Dead in their eyes.

He was theirs.

Or. He would be theirs. Soon. If he lost the oar. Alrek shook himself slightly.

Peg smiled up at him, gripping the edge of the boat to his right. She licked her lips. Her tongue was as bright red as her lips. "It's so hard to keep rowing, giggledove," she murmured, reaching into the boat and running a delicate finger along his arm, almost tickling him. "So much exertion."

Her little caress sent shivers up and down Alrek's spine.

On impulse, he released the oar in his right hand and lunged for Peg, but she just fell back down with a giggle. And before he could get both hands back solidly on the oar, Jenny puled it ever-so-slightly further. He had to lean desperately to the right to counterbalance her efforts, now, realizing how close he could be to capsizing if she decided to give a yank.

And leaning to the right meant leaning closer to Peg and Shelly, both of his arms still taken up by the tug-of-war. They grinned up at him.

"Aw, girls," Shelly cooed, as she swam up to the bow and rested her massive breasts over the side, her nipples nearly brushing his knees, "it's no wonder he's so heavy-headed!"

She reached up and, as Alrek helplessly looked on, ran a finger along his trousers—and along his shaft. "He's a big, heavy boy, isn't he?"

He kicked at her. She giggled and swam to Jenny's side, sparing Jenny a passing kiss as Jenny continued to hold on. His eyes followed her. Shelly bounced her breasts together, cooing in delight as she watched his tent intently. "Ooh, such a big, horny cock," she breathed. "It must feel like a lead weight. Tugging you down."

"Is he really?" Jenny blinked in mock-wonder at Shelly. "Gosh, is he really so big?"

Shelly beamed, reaching forward again and running her finger along his cock through the cloth. Alrek jerked and groaned. Gods, he was... he couldn't...

He realized too late, distracted by Shelly's little strokes, that Peg's hands were there, too, delicately unlacing his trousers. She slipped them down to his knees as his cock came free.

It sprang to attention.

All three kelpies gave delighted squeals.

"He is a big boy!" Jenny exclaimed. "Ooh, I can't wait to suck him even bigger." She grinned up at Alrek, her eyes glowing brilliant green. "This boy needs to be milked!"

She took one hand off of the oar and blew him a single kiss, her eyes adopting slow, easy spirals...

The oar slipped from Alrek's hands.

Before he could react, Jenny had yanked it into the water with a giggle. Before he even registered what had just happened, Shelly was leaning over the front of the boat again, tenderly bouncing her breasts together in front of him, her eyes shining bright. "No wonder you've been so sleepy," she whispered, "with that hard, heavy cock. It;'s just tugging your every thought down, isn't it?"

Jenny's fingers were grazing over his cock, slowly, teasingly, easing his confused mind with teasing pleasure. Alrek's head spun and... and bounced... and sank...

Shelly's smile widened as she glance down, almost bashfully, at her breasts. "Aren't they just the biggest tits you've ever seen?" she purred. "They're so heavy up here. Make me so heavy... and horny..."

Alrek fumbled for the knife at his belt, only to find that it wasn't there. In his tired haze, he remembered putting it in his bag so the... so the druids wouldn't... he didn't even have a belt right now...

As he reached for his bag, his eyes centered upon Shelly's finger, spiraling around a single nipple. So soft. So smooth. Like honeydew melons. Jenny slowly stroked him, making him... bigger... heavier... hornier...

"No," he mumbled, but his whole head was sinking into slumber. He was just too tired. Too sleepy. Too heavy. And now he was going to get his brains fucked out by... by three random stupid fey. And they thought he was just easy to spell. Thought he was so easy.

The shame gave him strength to glare right into her pretty green eyes. "No," he muttered.

"Your head's too heavy to lift, sleepy boy," she cooed. She didn't seem impressed at his will. None of them did. They just kept laying on the enchantments, layering the suggestions... "Such a heavy, sleepy head, so terribly full of thoughts and worries..."

Alrek felt his neck muscles straining. "N-No," he said a third time, with far less conviction.

"Eyelids too heavy," she whispered, reaching forward to gently stroke a finger over his eyelids, easing them to be half-shut. "Head too heavy. Cock too heavy. Poor boy just can't survive up here with such a big, heavy cock. We better... take care of him."

"Nn." his tired eyes settled again on her breasts, then tried to rise again. He only made it to her plump lips, curved up in a smile of triumph.

"Silly milkyhead," Jenny cooed in agreement. Jenny's finger started to edge him around the tip, and as he felt his cock grow harder and harder, everything seemed to... blur...

He felt Peg rising up next to him, slipping something silvery over his head. A necklace. A collar. A tiara. A... what was it? A harness?

He tried to reach up to take it off, but Peg and Jenny instead guided his hands to their breasts, cooing soft moans in his ears. His head lolled. Heavy. Sleepy.

His last sight, as the world went dark and misty for good, was Shelly closing in with a big smile for a kiss to seal his fate.

She was so soft.

And he was so... so...

~ ~ ~ ~

Alrek drifted in a world of distant echoes and sweet moans, lovely touches and tender kisses. Everything was faintly... warm. Cozy. Comforting, like soft blankets.

He was, he recognized, as he struggled to open his eyes, quite far underwater.

"Mm. Ooh. Oh. Mm." The sweet sounds came from down below, accompanied with wet smacking sounds. The pleasure also came from there.

Alrek managed to lift his head and open his eyes.

Green eyes burned back at him. Shelly smiled.

And she planted another messy kiss on the head of his cock.

His cock seemed... larger, Alrek thought, confused. It felt like they had grown it big enough to satisfy the most insatiable lust sprite, the most addicted dopterine. It stood straight upright, and he felt like he had a bowling ball on his chest. Pulling him down. His big, hard milkcock.

And it felt so, so good. Alrek let out an involuntary moan as Shelly let the kiss go on and on, supplementing the joys of her touch with delicious sounds and a wicked smile playing in her eyes. The kiss was unspeakably lewd and yet unbearably chaste. Just as he started to feel her tongue playing with him, she broke off the kiss and giggled. "Aw, good morning, sweet boy. How are you feeling?"

Alrek blinked blearily. He tried to speak, but he was still so groggy, all that came out was a groan.

She giggled. "Poor little milkyhead. Don't worry. Words aren't as important." She winked, sticking her tongue out suggestively. "Unless you wish to be able to beg to cum!"

Alrek mustered a glare. Fighting back the suggestions that told him he felt too heavy, too sleepy, too horny, he... pushed himself into a sitting position.

Shelly blinked up at him, clearly surprised. "Goodness. Maybe not so milky yet." She planted a kiss on his cock head. "Slip back down, dreamy boy. You're not yet ready for your milking!"

The commands slipped into his mind like butter, molten and smooth and yet thick and heavy. So, so heavy. Alrek's eyelids drooped slightly. "No..."

And then he heard rushing water, and two impossibly soft and warm bodies were suddenly pressed against him, big, squishy breasts bouncing around him, capturing him effortlessly in the kelpies' embrace.

"Aw, is milkslut awake?" Jenny cooed in his ear.

"Is it already milking time for our giggledove?" Peg purred in his other.

"Easy, girls." Shelly smirked up at his hot face. "He's still dreadfully confused. Maybe we should help him... understand."

They gave the horribly identical giggles only seasoned brainwashers could manage as Shelly's smirk widened into an indulgent grin. Alrek's heartrate quickened. "Let me go," he managed.

They cooed in mocking concern, then closed in.

"Silly boy," Peg breathed, kissing his cheek. "You're too heavy and dumb to leave us!"

"You can barely stand down here!" Jenny stroked his hair. "Just think how heavy your big, dumb milk-cock will be up there!"

"This is your home now," Shelly chimed in.

Alrek tried to fight them off, but his arms were like jelly—especially crammed between their massive breasts. He tried to at least tune out what they were saying, but their words wormed into his head, eased in by sweetness and... oh, gods, how good all this felt...

Milk-cock. He had heard that word whispered to him through his dreams, chanted, cooed, promised. Milk-cock. And his cock did feel heavy. Almost bloated with the need for release. Full of milk. He bit his lip, trying to dispel the image of one of these gorgeous fey 'milking' it...

"That's right," Shelly sang, giving his cock a lick that made it jump slightly. "Besides, silly, horny boys like you? Why, your milk-cock is so big now, you'd only lie around like a lost toy if you went up there!"

"Too heavy and sleepy to stand," Peg assure him.

"Easy prey," Jenny whispered, nibbling his earlobe, "for any pretty girl who knows how to milk you niiiice and stuuupid." Her soft voice made his head tingle unbearably, barely a breath, almost a moan. "Like we do."

Alrek whimpered as Shelly kissed him, then pumped him, then took him just-into-her-mouth and gave a long, happy cry, as if just placing his tip between her lips gave her more pleasure than anything in the world. She stared into his eyes. Daring him to object. Daring him to beg for more.

"Besides," Jenny said, giggling at the look on his face, "we've already got your bridle on, little milkslut." She ran a finger through his hair, and he felt the silvery chains around his head, his neck. "That means you're totally ours. You wouldn't even be able to breathe up there, silly!"

"Already ours, Giggledove" Peg said, her voice a soft, whimpered cry in his ear. "Your cock too heavy to move... too slow and sleepy... already ours..." Her fingers danced over his bare skin, delicately tickling around his arm as if trying to get him to lift it, to expose his sensitive side.

Alrek listened to them. Felt their kisses, their nibbles, their licks. Drowned in Shelly's soft, sweet sucks, her licks and strokes, her soft, soft breasts being bounced around his cock as she grinned wickedly, ready to give him the titjob of his life...

She was so soft.

She was so soft.

Alrek was letting out little cries, they were giggling and teasing him, but it was all impossible to think about as he cried, and moaned, melted into her tits, beneath her little kisses and licks—they were so amused at how easy he broke for her soft, soft—no, no, no, he couldn't, mustn't—

Desperately, Alrek recalled all his will, all his exercises of gray stone and stubborn grit, and kicked her away with his knees. He shoved the other two kelpies away and staggered to his feet, swaying almost dangerously. Luckily, the water helped deal with the unbearable tug of gravity.

He made it one staggering step before they descended upon him again from from above, tackling him, giggling with glee. "Ooh, he's fun!" said one, though he couldn't even tell who as they pushed him back into the soft sand and rolled him onto his back. They beamed down at him, their eyes and breasts filling his vision, his thoughts, his will. Peg was rubbing her hands together as Jenny's eyes spiraled a brilliant verdance...

"F-Fuck you," he managed. All he had left wee curses.

They exchanged sly looks.

"I think I know what our new milkslut needs," Peg said, tapping her nose with a smirk. "I think he needs to meet Vignir. Learn a little about his... alternatives."

"Ooh, yeah," Jenny cooed, as she licked her lips, regarding Alrek almost hungrily, "She'll take care of him. Make him all melty and silly for us."

"Do you hear that, milkyhead?" Shelly whispered, as she started to press down, and he realized too late she was immersing his face between her soft, soft breasts. "We're going to get you nice and trained. And I'm certain you'll see how much happier you'll be as a nice... happy... toy."

"Mmm... Mmf!" Alrek reacted too slowly as he found himself buried in her tits, cutting off all air save what little he could inhale through her musky scent. "MMF!"

He thrashed weakly, but they only giggled wickedly. And jiggled wickedly. He heard Jenny and Peg cooing more words into his ears—sweet spells to make him dizzy, dreamy, confused, obedient—but he barely registered their meaning. He let the spells sink in deep as he heard Shelly cooing, ever-so-sweetly...

"Don't worry, milkslut. I think you'll get your milking as soon as you're ready to be a good, silly slave. Now, sink... siiiink..."

And Alrek obeyed.

~ ~ ~ ~

Alrek's consciousness drifted back to him, not with the soothing sounds of underwater ambiance, but to a wet, sloppy kiss on the cheek.

His eyes shot open.

Immediately, he was aware, once again, of the unbearable weight of his cock. Gods, it was so full, so... engorged... so sensitive... He squirmed, overwhelmed at the sheer weight.

And it pulled him down. It was still hard, and hung as straight as a flagpole, as if seeking even the slightest touch—or as if trying to lead him into its sleepy spell. Trying to guide him into the arms of a Mistress or Master to take care of it, to take care of him. He tried to tell himself it was just a kelpie spell, that it was their damn suggestions that made him feel like his big, dumb cock was pulling down his every thought, exhausting his every muscle... but it was like trying to convince himself an anvil wasn't strapped to his back.

He was currently hanging spreadeagled in the murky waters in the midst of a ravine, his hands and feet held apart by...

He managed to turn and look, blinking.

Those weren't ropes. They looked disturbingly like long, slender tentacles. Oh, fuck.

The chasm he was in was narrow, and pocked with cracks and shelfish burrows. The tenacles each disappeared down a different crevice, leaving him unsure if they belonged to four different creatures or... but what kind of creature had tentacles long enough for that? Alrek wasn't sure whether it would be better to worse to instead assume that four tentacled creatures held him hostage, though.

Another question made Alrek bite his lip, feeling how his cheek continued to tingle faintly. What creature had kissed him? The kelpies were nowhere to be seen.

Alrek squirmed. Just the thought of the kelpies made his poor, milky cock throb. Made his head sag, remembering the sweetness of their voices, their... their big, soft breasts pressed against him...

He bit his lip. No! He had to fight this off. Had to figure a way out.

He tugged experimentally at the tentacles gripping him, but they were as solid as hemp cords. They didn't even flex.

That wasn't to say there was no response, however.

In fact, as soon as he started to squirm, more tentacles started to creep out of the darkness of the ravine below, twisting and twitching as they tentatively touched his toes, then started to coil around his feet.

Alrek jerked slightly. They were slimier than he'd expected. Slick and warm, and... He bit his lip as the tip of a tendril dragged over his sole. Tickly.

"H-Hey!" He jerked reflexively. "Get off! Back off, octopus thing!"'

He hated how half-hearted it sounded, less angry and more confused and... not quite scared. But nervous.

His only response was a girlish giggle as the tentacles started to tickle up his legs. He tensed, struggling futilely as they rose higher and higher, twisting and gliding up his lower body towards his erect cock. His breath quickened.

"Get off!" he snarled, then barely held in a little cry as two tentacles came to hover right before his eyes. They were covered in round, pink suckers, like those of an octopus. A very big octopus.

He heard another giggle.

And the tentacles below started... kissing him.

It was a strange kiss, right on the tip of his big toe. The tentacle pressed a sucker against it, then wetly pulled away with a sound not unlike a cherry dryad's lips slipping off her plaything's thumb. It felt impossibly tender, impossibly lingering, and Alrek groaned despite himself.

Clearly encouraged, the tentacles started planting more of these kisses—more of the sweet suckers along his legs, covering him in loving sucker-marks. He squirmed and let out a little cry as a few kisses were planted on his inner thigh.

The sounds immersed him as the tentacles redoubled their effort—wet, smacking kisses as a thousand sweet lips were pressed against him, blanketing him in their teasing touches. He was thrashing, now less in fear and more in overwhelmed pleasure. "S-Stop," he managed. "I'll... I'll..."

He let out an involuntary yelp as the first kiss was planted right on his nipple.

This set off a giggling fit down below, followed by a soft, cooed voice. He was barely able to make out the words.

"That's nice."

His eyes widened.

The tentacles appeared to have found their favorite target. They started to play with his nipples in earnest, planting sucking kisses, tickling with their tips in easy spirals. He squirmed, panted, and finally let out a defeated moan. Gods, he could resist mind control, but this was just... torture.

But it felt so good. His head lolled as he realized that this was what the kelpies had planned for him. Already, his heavy milk-cock (don't call it that! he chided himself) was twitching, desperate for a kiss, a stroke, anything to ease its load.

But the tentacles only continued to cover and suckle on his body, play with his nipples heedless of his need and apathetic to his protests. He groaned and whimpered. "S-Stop it. Let me g—mmMMM!"

In a final indignity, one tentacle had slipped right into his mouth, silencing his complaints.

Alrek wanted to scream in rage, but it only sounded pleasurable. It was so, so hard to sound angry when you had a tentacle in your mouth, and he found himself moaning as it slipped around in there like a nimble tongue, wrapping around his own as if to keep it from rebelling. Alrek was literally tongue-tied.

At first, he assumed it had been a mistake, but a soft sigh from down below made him wonder. Was she... getting off on this.

Impulsively, trembling beneath the touches of the tentacles, Alrek gave the tentacle in his mouth a little lick.

"Ooh!"

His eyes closed in despair. Gods, she was getting off on this. On him. No doubt he was the perfect toy. The tentacle kept him silent, the kisses kept him needy, and his cock kept him heavy.

He was easy prey.

He growled and tried to spit the tentacle out. It just slid further in as the tentacles kept toying with his nipples, circling them in slow, tickling spirals. He moaned, his mind racing for escape plans but repeatedly stumbling every time a sucking kiss was planted on his neck.

Gradually, Alrek became aware of another pair of tentacles that had risen in front of him. These tentacles seemed... different. Their lengths were as sinuous and slender and smooth as the rest, but at their tips they widened, like arrowheads.

And they... glowed. Just a soft, pleasant blue light, pretty and shiny in the pitch blackness.

Alrek gave a moan of panic and shut his eyes. But it didn't help. They just got brighter, bright enough to shine through his eyelids, undulating, spinning in slow, slow circles. And a second later, when a pair of especially tender kisses descended on his impossibly sensitive nipples, his eyes shot open anyway.

The tentacles spiraled in elaborate helices, a soft, blurry silver-blue. Wave after wave of little circles they spun, drawing Alrek's mind in like fishers reeling in their catch. They moved almost like dancers, like they were beckoning to Alrek to join them. Towards him, then darting back. Towards him, then darting back.

Alrek couldn't concentrate. Couldn't channel his will, couldn't reach gray stone—all he could think of was blue. Blinking didn't matter. Looking away didn't help; they only followed him, patient, merciless in their seductive ballet.

His head sagged forehead. He absently gave the tentacle another lick, earning another squeak down below. He couldn't help it. It just... he felt so heavy, so sleepy and sensitive. There was nothing he could do.

He struggled to fight off this feeling, to fight off the lights, but they just kept beckoning, never predictable in their movements and yet mesmerizingly repetitive. So pretty. So blue. At least the bright blue light kept him awake, he thought. They would hold him up as his cock pulled him down. They would keep him from sinking.

As he drifted into the dance, Alrek began to notice another set of kissing sounds—these softer, wetter, sloppier. And they came from far below.

As he trembled and writhed beneath the tickles and kisses of his tentacle lovers—whined and moaned and licked for dear mercy as they started to tickle his underarms, totally exposed, with no way out—he realized that he was no loner alone down here.

A very pale woman hovered in the water before him. She had pale blue hair and bright blue eyes the color of the sky. Her lips were a very pale pink, and might have blended in if not for how plump they were. Her breasts were full and round, and absolutely covered in little sucker-kiss marks.

He might have mistook her for another Kelpie, in fact, were it not for two things.

First, her lower body was totally made up of a massive swarm of long tentacles, most of which he couldn't see the ends of—they trailed far, far down out of sight. Like an octopus maid. Sort of.

Second, she was about twice his size, and her tentacles were far longer than those of any octopus maid—even the giant squidmaid he and Larya had faced once. Had she been human, she would have stood a minimum of ten feet tall, and those lips could literally cover his face in kisses in mere seconds.

She was a giant, but she looked down at him with a strange look of fear and vulnerability.

"Is... is this okay?" she whispered. "I... I'm trying to make you feel good. Aah!" She quivered as two of her tentacles—which were at constant work kissing and twisting and stroking her own nipples, creating those sinfully wet sounds Alrek had heard earlier—completed two long kisses on her breasts. She bit her lip. The tentacles worked her own body in what was clearly agonizing rhythm, as if she could not bear even a moment those nipples went untouched.

Alrek wanted to glare at her. Wanted to snarl a curse. But she seemed genuinely overcome. Her air hung around her like a wavy halo. Her breaths came in raspy gasps.

The lights spiraled in front of him. Melted him.

He found himself giving her another lick, and watched her tremble, groan."I'm Vignir," she managed, as all the tentacles around him tightened slightly. "K-Krakeness of the Misty lake. I'm... I'm just gonna play a little, okay? Just a little." She licked her lips. "Okay? We won't do a-anything naughty."

"Mm." Alrek stared at her, his eyelids drooping.

She giggled. Her tentacles stroked his hair. "Aw, you do feel good, don't you?" Alrek grunted as the tentacles tickled his nipples playfully. "Jenny and Shelly and Peg always m-make us feel good, sweetie. N-Nice and m-m-milky."

Her eyelids drooped slightly as well, and the tentacles on her breasts seemed to redouble their efforts—as did the tentacles on him. Alrek whimpered and moaned as the kisses sped up, as the tickling grew more intense. He involuntarily giggled through his gag, and found himself licking the tentacle eagerly, wanting her to extend this, to draw out the pleasure. His cock throbbed and twitched desperately, desperate to... to be milked...

She beamed. "Oo-ooh, such a... such a..." She clutched her breasts in her hands, whining. "Oh, it's—it's s-so wrong!" But the tentacles petting Alrek's hair squeezed him tighter. Alrek felt like a kitten, like her beloved doll. He wanted to be angry, but every touch made him whimper in joy, longing for more, for the touches he needed. "That's—that's good, good, that's so good—"

Her voice was so soft and high-pitched he could barely understand her. But he understood that look in her halfway-closed eyes, the way her features were contorting, the way her gasps were getting quicker and deeper. In his haze, he understood her very well.

Alrek stared at her tormented eyes, mustering all of his willpower.

And he ceased his licking.

"Aah!" Vignir stared at him with wide eyes, a mixture of shock and betrayal sparking within. "More!" she whispered. "P-please, I... I know we aren't... I know it's all wrong, but..."

"Mm?" Alrek raised his eyebrows, noticing that the kisses on his body were easing up. Probably because she was now kissing and stroking over her own body with those tentacles, biting her lip to hold in her cries. She seemed unbearably horny. It was almost hypnotic to watch the way she coiled around herself, the way her tentacles sucked and popped rhythmically along her breasts.

"Th-That's why I'm kept down here," she whispered, leaning in close. One large finger tickled around his nipple, not quite touching it, and he barely held on a cry. The kisses had made it very sensitized. "Jenny, and Shelly and Peg say I'm... incorrigible. Bad. A bad, m-milky monsterslut..."

Alrek became uncomfortably aware that her tentacles were starting to squeeze him tighter—as if projecting her emotional distress onto the nearest available chew toy. She eased up just before it started to hurt, thankfully, giving a miserable sigh. "I'm a naughty pet," she confessed. "So they keep me down here. Sometimes they... come down to let me stare at their n-nipples, and..." She stared with wide, unblinking eyes at Alrek's chest. "I can... imagine... playing with them..."

The tentacles started to squeeze again, petting him lovingly over his whole body. She let out a soft moan. "S-Sometimes they kiss in front of me, l-let me imagine... kissing them..."

As if hypnotized, she continued to spiral the finger, ignoring Alrek's needy whines.

"O-One time," she went on, "I... Shelly even... kissed me. Right here." She pulled back and pointed to one of her breasts, right next to the nipple. She gave a little wordless sound. "That was fifteen years ago. They're so, so kind and generous..."

Alrek half wanted to argue and half wanted to yell at this creature to snap out of it. But he could do neither. He was too tormented by the slow, endless kissing up and down his body. All he could do was resist the urge to lick the tentacle still keeping him quiet.

"Please," she whispered. "You've gotta... do it again. Make me feel that again! Oh, please, oh, please... n-nobody ever touches me. Please." She pulled her finger back, and Alrek nearly cried out as the tentacles started to resume their kissing on his chest, their tickling along his sides. "I n-need... touch..."

She smiled dreamily at him, and then he felt it.

A tentacle was gliding along his cock, just the tip, just along the head.

"Maybe we can make each other happy," she cooed. "You won't tell them, will you? I'm not allowed to make myself cum, but..." She giggled. "If we make each other cum... just a little bit... maybe just edge a little? That would be nice, wouldn't it?" She batted her eyelashes. "I promise n-not to milk you too much if you just... lick."

Alrek didn't consciously decide to obey.

But as she continued to stroke him, smiling into his eyes, her gaze almost predatory, he found himself giving her just the tiniest of licks. Then another. Then another. And then instinct took over, and he started moaning as he lapped over the tentacle with unspeakable eagerness.

She started to moan. She cried out, and so did he, lost in her touches, lost in the kisses. She was caressing her whole body and his as the tentacles slithered around them both, pulling them together, as her tentacles tickled and kissed and pumped his big, heavy, needy cock.

They were immersed in her tentacles, immersed in each other's pleasure. Alrek's eyes were lost in hers, lost in the lights. His cock started to pulse with pleasure.

"Don't cum," she panted. "Don't cum. Please don't cum, oh, please, please, please, we m-mustn't, oh, cumcumcum—"

She let out a squeal of joy, and her whole body started to shake and tremble. Alrek stared at her, wide-eyed—

And then he mirrored her cries as ecstasy surged in him, as his big, dumb cock took over for his heavy head and poured bliss into his entire body, as he came. As pure pleasure coursed through him, he remembered Shelly's teasing words: Milking time.

And oh, she was milking him alright, her tentacles pumping up and down his cock like she couldn't control herself. He shook like a rag doll in her grip, and she was babbling like a fool, stroking him, tentacles kissing all over his cock in tender, slippery ecstasy...

And he stared into her eyes, and moaned something he was certain was a thank you.

Vignir was still panting. The krakeness looked shellshocked, overwhelmed. She clutched at her breats, biting her lip as if they were almost sore. Alrek remembered how the kelpies made him think his cock was big, and wondered if they had done something similar to this beautiful, wonderful goddess. Perhaps she needed to be milked, too. But this was all the touch she got—a tongue on a single tentacle out of dozens.

He was still licking her tentacle, he realized numbly, when it slipped back out of him. She beamed at him and batted her eyelashes, her eyes dazed and milky. All her guilt seemed to have melted away in the afterglow. "Isn't this nice?" she cooed, squeezing him fondly. "And just think: Now that we've cum, we can both be good milksluts and wait for Mistresses to return! Just don't tell them we came." She leaned in and gave him a massive, indulgent kiss on the cheek. "It'll be our little secret," she said sweetly.

He blinked blearily. She was so, so in love with the kelpies, and in that moment of bright, wonderful afterglow, still immersed in her, in her kisses, inches from her beautiful eyes, he was in love with her.

She continued to pet him, cooing nonsense words as if to soothe her fellow 'milkslut', Mistresses' happy 'cockslave'. She was doing the same to herself, he realized, even as his eyelids drooped. Petting herself. Putting them both back under. Putting them both into trance.

He blinked rapidly, struggling to resist. But he was so sleepy. So horny. And she was so pretty and kind. And he was so... so... heavy.

"That's right," she soothed, running hand and tentacle alike through his hair, reaching down to give his cock a little pet, his nipple a little pinch. "We're such good milksluts. All good and milky. We'll never tell Mistresses. We'll keep it nice and secret. We'll..."

And Alrek found his voice.

"Wait," he whispered.

Vignir blinked. She seemed truly startled.

"You're..." Alrek took a deep breath. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

Vignir shivered slightly. "Um." She blinked rapidly. "I should... shouldn't, I mean..."

"You're a very good girl," Alrek repeated firmly, and watched the krakeness tremble. He remembered watching Larya do this same thing to a brainwashed raccoon girl once, and though it was a bitter memory, he knew it would be sweet for Vignir. "Good girls deserve to cum."

"I..." Vignir bit her lip, her kisses on him and herself slowing down. Her cheeks were flushed. "I... I don't, um... bad, naughty girl, I came, I shouldn't have..."

"You know what the kelpies were doing up there?" he asked, holding her gaze.

She stared back at him. She looked desperate to argue, but even more desperate to hear the answer.

"They were kissing each other. Making people suckle them. Playing with toys they caught themselves."

"Oh..." Vignir nodded minutely. "Mistresses get to cum." Her voice was very quiet.

"Good girls get to cum," he corrected. "Isn't that right?"

"G-Good girls..." She squirmed, as if struggling with the concept. There was a long pause. "Get to cum!" she cried.

He wasn't hypnotizing her. Alrek was not a hypnotist. But Larya had taught him to recognize when someone was half-hypnotized and half-seduced. If he could de-seducde her, she might be able to break the hypnosis on her own.

"Wouldn't it be nice to cum again?" he whispered. "And again? To have someone sucking you all the time? Someone with nice red lips?"

"Oh. Um... oh."

She stared at him, totally lost. Not lost in him. Lost in the visions she was conjuring for herself. She reached up with a trembling hand, as if to push him away... and seemed almost puzzled as her hand reversed course and settled on one of her own breasts. Her own hand betraying her, petting her. "But... they're..."

"Kind? Kind to you? They keep you in a cave." Alrek couldn't hold back his bluntness any longer. "They literally give you their scraps. You know what they said to me? They said you'd finish training me. I'm not a gift, Vignir, I'm a chore. As soon as I'm obedient, they'll show up, take me back, and leave you alone again."

Vignir whimpered. "But I haven't had anyone to play with in.. in..." Her face screwed up, as if struggling to remember.

"Probably the past time they caught someone they couldn't break," Alrek said. "Vignir, you don't have to serve them. You have no idea how sensitive those breasts of theirs are. You could kiss them all over, couldn't you?"

Vignir stared at him. "Kiss them... all... over?"

"Well, what do you think would happen?"

She nodded, as if to herself. Her eyes were glazing over now. "Ooh, they'd just... and in their pussies..." She was starting to stroke Alrek's hair again, her voice rising in excitement. "They'd melt if I laid so much as a single tentacle on them! They're—they're even hornier than I am!"

"That's right," Alrek agreed, smiling in relief. Finally, they were getting somewhere. "But if you're gonna do that, first you've gotta..."

"Oh, miiiilksluuuts," cooed a horribly familiar voice.

Alrek's head instantly sagged—in despair as much as hypnotic memory.

The kelpies had returned.

He was too late.

~ ~ ~ ~

Immediately, the three breasty bombshells swarmed around Vignir.

"Did we do good?" Shelly cooed.

"We a good li'l milkslut?" Jenny purred.

"Is he a good boy?" Peg asked, giggling slightly. "Ooh, we're gonna reward you so much for being such a good girl and not cumming..."

Vignir stared between the three of them with wide eyes, like a faun lost in a pocketwatch.

The kelpies swam closer, all smiles, all affection—never quite touching Vignir, but close, oh-so-close. "Isn't that right?" Jenny asked, batting her eyelashes. "Were you a good girl for us, Vignir?"

Vignir was visibly trembling. Her lips parted, and her voice came out, whimpering, "I... c-came. I milked him. We came."

The kelpies exchanged sly looks that instantly told Alrek the kelpies had known it would happen all along—and had always planned to relish this moment.

"Such a naughty girl," Shelly said sadly. She swam right up to Vignir, tutting softly. "And we were going to make you cum so hard..."

Vignir was panting, eyes wide, helpless to look away even as her face filled with anguish.

"We were even gonna milk you," Jenny sighed, leaning down to give her own nipple a long, tender suck. It seemed over the top to Alrek, but Vignir actually whimpered aloud at the sight and sound. "Milk you aaaall night long, because we thought you'd been so good."

"I'm sorry!" she whined. "I can—I meant to—he made me—" She looked at Alrek, almost betrayed. "He—he—"

"Good girls cum," Peg scolded, fondling her own breasts right in front of Vignir. "Good milksluts get milked. I guess you're just gonna go another day with those poor, aching udders, though." She tutted, looking over Vignir's chest. "And no more naughty tentacles on your nipples! You know we don't like it. Just kiss around them like a good girl."

"No, no, please, I need—"

"Milkslut's gonna get so heavy," Shelly cooed, right in the giantess's ear.

"Tits so full and weighty," sang Jenny in the other ear.

Vignir clutchedher tits. A moan slipped from her quivering lips

She started to sink back down, her suckers returning to her self-teasing—except now they circled around her nipples in endless torture.

The kelpies giggled.

"Oh my gosh," Jenny burbled, "she is the best. It's like, you'd think she'd learn."

"Krakenesses are soooo easy," Peg sighed happily. "So good for edge torture. Silly monsters."

They turned back to Alrek, and exchanged wry grins.

"But humans, on the other hand," Shelly said slyly, "are good for so much more."

As they swam closer, beaming at his erection, his tired, helpless expression, the sucker-kiss marks all over his body, Alrek knew he was totally at their mercy now.

And he'd just seen firsthand how 'merciful' these kelpies could be.

Peg tugged fondly at his silver bridle. "Such a good pony," she breathed, patting him on the head. "Letting that silly tentacle slut ride you a while. But now you know who makes you feel good, don't you?"

"Now that you've been miiilked," Jenny sang, descending to beam at his cock. She gave it a little tickle, and grinned mischievously up at him as he bucked reflexively. She swam back up. "We can make you feel so good," she purred. "Doesn't that sound nice?"

Alrek was exhausted. He was weak, and sensitive, and horny, and totally helpless. He struggled as he noticed Shelly coming to eye-level—no, mouth-level—with his heavy, needy cock.

"It's such an easy choice to make," Peg purred, "for such an easy boy. You can keep resisting, and maybe we'll get you a nice little cave like our krakeness, so you can watch us play with each other and beeeeg to cum."

"Ooh, that'd be so much fun!" Jenny gigged. "I've always thought a boy would be soooo cute just, like, constantly denied." She bounced her breasts in front of him as Peg started nibbling his neck, gently tickling him with her fingers. "We could train him, and give him cuties to play with, and never, ever let him cum."

"Mm. Ooh." Shelly was closing in on his cock, staring up at him with big, eager eyes. "But I wanna suck him off!" she whined. She stared up at him, her gaze smoldering, her voice a whimper. "Please give in!" She gaze his cock a little lick. "Pleeeease?" She licked him again.

"It's his choice," Peg whispered in his ear. "Don't you try to pressure him now, girls."

"But I want a whimpering, needy boytoy!" Jenny whined, hugging him tightly, pressing her breasts against him. "All he has to do is keep resisting and he can be our obedient, pathetic denialslut!" She nibbled his lower lip. "Don't you want that, baby?"

Alrek shivered. He knew what hey were doing, but still heard himself whimper out, "Nnnno..."

They all giggled. He was theirs. Shelly was starting to get more brazen in her licks. Soon, he would break, and beg to obey, and Shelly would take him into her mouth and make him cum, and cum, and cum.

Or. He wouldn't. And Jenny would have her way.

Alrek felt the plea on his lips as he stared into Jenny's eyes, whimpered from Peg's little tickling touches along his armpits. "You know what you want, my sweet," Peg hissed. She planted a soft red lipstick kiss on his neck. "Do you want to never cum again? To have to beg just to watch us kiss each other?"

"No," he cried, hating how pathetically needy he sounded. They were giggling again, and Shelly was starting to lap along his cock's length, plant little kisses on the tip, nestle it between her soft, smooth breasts...

"We'll give you ten seconds," Peg whispered. "Ten whole seconds. Shelly?"

Shelly hummed happily, slid his cock between her breasts... and started to bounce them around him in earnest.

And as Peg started to count...

"Ten," Peg purred, as Shelly gave his head a chaste kiss that made him tremble, Jenny's eyes sparkling hypnotically, Shelly's soft tits squishing around his member, "and you're just so sleepy, so tired, and you know you need to beg to obey, but it's just... so easy... to slip..."

"To drip," Jenny echoed, kissing him on the lips. Her eyes smoldered with desire. You know you want what I want, those eyes whispered, like a vampire on the doorstep seeking invitation. You want everything I want. And you know what I want.

"Nine," Peg said, as Shelly gave his member a longer kiss, her tongue neatly flicking along his glans, moaning sweetly, bouncing around him in endless rhythm, "and you're trying soooo hard to beg to obey, but you just... can't... resist..."

"Can't resist me," Jenny sang, bouncing her breasts before his eyes, her own eyes endless grass-green spirals as she leaned in, making it impossible to look away from them, to keep from being drawn in. "Can't resist how good it'd feel to just be our pathetic, no-cum toy... our little cockslave..."

Shelly made a sad sound, almost sympathetic. Alrek whimpered, trying desperately to unravel all these webs they were winding around him. Jenny was... was mocking him. Shelly was on his side. He needed to do what Shelly said.

No, wait. He tried to shake himself, but as Jenny leaned in very close, a wide grin on her face—as if she knew just how irresistible she was—her spirals filled his vision again. Drowned him. Sucked him in. Oh, sucking...

"Seven," Peg whispered, and Alrek felt his mind sinking very deep as he realized he had zoned out entirely for eight, "and Shelly's kisses feel so, so good, don't they? Don't you want them to milk you? Oh, poor thing... you know your cock is so, so much smarter than you right now, and you wanna do everything your cock wants, don't you?"

Shelly's kisses were getting sloppier, and longer, and faster. She was giving loud moans and high-pitched whines. Almost imploring him. Begging him to beg. She was trying to help him, Alrek knew vaguely. Save him from Jenny's wickedness.

But Jenny's eyes captivated him completely. "Poor, heavy milkslut," she hissed, kissing him on the lips as he tried to muster an argument. He couldn't look away from her eyes without settling on her big, bountiful breasts, and it was nice to stare at those, too, as they bounced up and down. Up and down. So jiggly, like his bouncing, silly brains... "Your big, dumb cock is just sooooo much smarter than you are, silly boy, and it knows it wants to be a good boy for me!"

She giggled. "And it's pulling aaaall your words out of those cute, quivering lips, little cockslave..."

"Six," Peg cooed in his ear, tickling under both arms as he helplessly giggled. The tentacles pulled him taut, vulnerable as a tortoise on its back to these temptresses' sweet cruelty. "And that's all you can think about, isn't it, giggledove? Your big, dumb, neeeedy cock. So heavy. So hard to think with that big, slutty, milk-heavy cock in Shelly's cute mouth. You just wanna be our good boy. Our dumb, milky cockslave.""

Shelly gave a happy, "Mm-mm!" down below, giving his cock a long, loud slurp that made him squeak in helpless bliss.

"And you know what you wanna do with it," Jenny burbled. "It's gonna keep you so good and obedient, and that's, like, soooo much better than cumming, isn't I? Ooh, don't you wanna be my good boy? If you are, I promise I'll let you watch me have Shelly make me cum." She grinned wickedly, bouncing her breasts to keep his attention. "That's one free viewing! Ooh, your heavy milkcock likes that, doesn't he? Good. Little. Cockslave."

Alrek would have been drooling had he not been underwater. He stared vacantly at Jenny's spiral-eyes, her bouncing breasts, her lush red lips as they sensuously pronounced the words.

He couldn't resist her. But with every fiber of his being, he struggled anyways. He had to resist.

Had to cum.

Had to... to beg Shelly to make him cum, to make him their happy toy, before Jenny's beautiful eyes turned him into another Vignir—helpless and obedient, desperate for the slightest touch, tormented, lonely, repressed. He needed to obey and be their horny, silly cockslave, their fucktoy, their milkslut, their good boy.

"Five," Peg breathed, "and good boys get to cum, good boys get to cum, good boys get to cum."

Yes. Alrek nodded vacantly as Shelly's head bobbed up and down. Good boys got to cum. He needed to cum. Needed to be a good boy.

But... no, no, he couldn't obey Shelly! Some part of his mind told him that he didn't want that. But... why not?

Oh, it was so confusing. He whimpered, trying to turn to look at Peg. Maybe her eyes would be as pretty as Jenny's, and would help him make sense of this.

"Don't confuse the boy," Jenny scolded, holding his chin with two delicate fingers. He couldn't look away. She smiled and seemed to intensify the spirals, her eyes flashing, blinding, dazzling. "You want to be a good boy, don't you? Good boys get to obey. Can you say that?"

Alrek moaned something. It might have been words.

Jenny giggled. "Oh my gosh, girls, he might not even be able to beg anymore. Guess Shelly's too good for her own good!"

"Aw!" Shelly paused in her licking. "Stop hypnotizing him so thoroughly!" she whined. "It isn't any fair if he's too dumb and sleepy to beg!"

"Well, it's no fair if you're making him so close to cumming he's about to—"

"Two," Peg purred, and all their arguing faded from Alrek's mind to be replaced with her sweet cooing voice, "and you're so, so, soooo close—so close to being out of time, so close to either giving in or giving up. All you have to do... is beg. Beg like a good little boy. Or don't. And submit like a good little boy." She kissed his neck. Along with her fingers tickling him gently, Alrek felt slick, smacking kisses along his nipples, and he started to cry out in pleasure, his jaw slack as he gazed into Jenny's eyes... "But you're slipping so, so fast now, so blank, so obedient..."

"That's right," Jenny said, beaming, even as Shelly's kisses sped up in desperation. But Jenny was wining, and they all knew it. Her eyes were just too pretty, and speaking was just too hard. It was up to Alrek to fight, to resist, to beg to cum like a good little cockslave before they... they..."You're going so deep under now. Too deep to speak, too deep to think. It's time to sleep, little cocksla—ooh!"

She blinked.

Alrek's mind, which had been drowning in her eyes, went into a wild spin.

After a long silcen, Jenny's eyes broke into an expression that was almost pained—and then Alrek realized it was the opposite. "Sh-Shelly!" she whined, squirming against him, "N-No fair! I'm serious this time!"

"Mm?" Shelly didn't stop sweetly kissing Alrek, but she sounded puzzled.

"N-No fingers! Not on me! Never on me!" Shelly was panting, eyes wide. "G-Gods, is that you, Peg? Th-That's—I didn't consent! That is so fucked up!"

Alrek blinked.

"It's not me," Peg murmured. "Could it be you've started subconsciously fingering yourself again?"

"Shut up!" Shelly looked torn. The spirals were almost out of Alrek's mind now. "F-Fuck, that's—I know one of you is—nnn! Shelly, is it Peg?"

"'m na gonna shop shuck'ng," Shelly mumbled between kisses and licks. "Nishe 'ry, dough."

"God—godsdammit, I'm not—Peg, is it Sh-Shelly?"

Peg paused in her little nibbles on Alrek's earlobe, sighed, and looked around. "it's just the krakeness," she said, sounding a little bored. "We can punish her later. Finish the game or concede, Jenny. It has been a while since we've had a cumtoy."

"B-But it's not—not fair—" Only Alrek was privy to just how tortured Jenny looked, and he realized that the kisses on his chest were also on Jenny's—and she was even more sensitive to it than he was. "Not fair," she whimpered, "not, not..."

Shelly started giggling. "Aw, is Jenny having a bit of trouble?" she cooed, finally pulling off Alrek's cock. She started stroking him with a finger, right around the tip, making him twitch. "Best give in, Jenny. This one's mine." Her tone became almost worshipful. "I want a nice, easy, happy fucktoy for us. We can milk him every day, and take him for walks, and fuck his brains out until he's reduced to screaming our names, and... ooh!"

There was a pause.

"Shelly?" Peg whispered.