The tailor's face was glowing like a late-night fireplace as they waved to Larya. "Goodbye, Miss!" they called. "And if—if that dress, um, doesn't fit well, or you ever have need of another, you're always welcome to drop by again for another fitting!"

Larya beamed up at the tailor as she hopped off the porch of their little shop. "I know," she said with a wink. "I might come back in the morning, actually. This dress is more of a rental."

"W-Well, um, hey!" The tailor gave an unconvincing shrug. "Entirely up to you! M-Maybe I can give you, um, store credit for something, or, um..."

Larya licked her lips, not bothering to suppress a mischievous grin. She loved getting new clothes, of course—as an adventuring druidess, she rarely had the chance to wear anything nice—but more than anything, she adored the fitting process. Especially when the tailor was a cute, bashful mess who could be reduced to stuttering babble by the slightest wriggle.

The druidess twirled in her dress—a lovely, elaborate, frilly sort of thing, the sort of thing that got dirty by looking at it too long and would wrinkle from a bad breeze—and giggled. "It might be a bit messy by the time I get back, but I'm sure we'll work something out!"

The tailor nodded with a squeak.

Larya made sure to give her ass a little swing as she sauntered off down the gravel road.

Oh, that had been lovely. She was on such a winning streak lately—between the tailor, that sorceress and the knight from last week, it felt like she was finally, finally moving past the submissive, um, rut she'd been in the last couple of years. It was nice to be a bit more dominant from time to time, and after a couple weeks away from her favorite fling, she couldn't wait to see Lim tonight for their date... and finally teach that smug little catgirl a little lesson. Lim always loved to take charge, to tease and torment and deny Larya within an inch of her mind—well, not tonight.

She'd even gotten all dressed for it. Larya beamed down at her beautiful blue dress. It complemented her long, dark hair, and the fishnet thighs were an indulgence she almost never allowed herself—to say nothing of what lay underneath the frilly, twirly delight that rippled with her every step. Delicate ribbons trailed from the hem of the skirt. A pair of long, sky-blue silk gloves felt like a second skin as she adjusted her fetching red bow. The bow was styled to call to mind cat ears, which was sure to earn some teasing from Lim.

But for once, she thought, smirking, Lim would be the one begging, and Larya would be the one teasing her for it afterward, joking about how much of a slut she was, how easy it had been, how wet Lim had gotten.

Larya couldn't wait to see the look on Lim's face.

~ ~ ~ ~

Of course Lim was late. Lim was always late.

Larya scowled, kicking her feet idly, sending ripples across the surface of the strikingly reflective pool. The Mirror Pools were a semi-famous landmark in the area, a favored nighttime destination for couples during the summer months—though this time of year, Larya was alone. Frustratingly alone.

She turned around, careful not to mess up her dress as she scooted on the smooth stone she was sitting on, and studied her reflection in the water. Gods, she was gorgeous. The dress was practically painted on, and Larya almost wanted to take her own breasts and squeeze them, in the way trashy actresses did in stage plays, just to admire how well her cleavage was displayed. Larya was going to have Lim licking her hand like a kitten in five minutes, tops.

But it was close to midnight, and Lim still wasn't here, and Larya was bored. She pouted, pulling her feet out of the water. Why couldn't the catgirl ever be on time? Even once would be nice. Especially this once, when Larya was all dressed up and ready to top, ready to put that pussy beneath her and lick that smug smirk right off Lim's cute freckled face.

She licked her lips. Oh, Lim was going to... going to...

She blinked, tilting her head, peering at her reflection. There was something odd going on there.

At first, she'd taken it for some pretty stones at the bottom of the pond, but the Mirror Pools were perfectly reflective. That was why they were called the mirror pools, after all. Next, she'd assumed it was a reflected moon or two, but the moon was over there in the water, several feet away, its reflection shining bright gold.

There were, right over the shoulder of her reflection, two enormous, gleaming green eyes in the water. Even greener than Larya's. Something was almost somehow... too green about them. Unnaturally green. Like toxic fungi, or neon magic.

But they were beautiful nonetheless, shining right over Larya's shoulder. Larya frowned, staring down at her own reflection. They were almost rippling, those eyes. Those beautiful, shiny green eyes.

There's someone else here, Larya thought vacantly, licking her lips. She leaned in slightly, trying to get a better look.

The eyes glimmered radiant in the darkness. It made Larya feel awfully nice, looking into those eyes. She bit her lip. The eyes were so friendly. So knowing, like they shared a secret with her. A secret she didn't quite understand.

It felt so easy to look at them. Calming, even. Larya felt her doubts drifting away, and she licked her lips again, self-conscious about drooling.

And in her reflection, Larya could faintly see out of the corner of her vision that her own eyes seemed to be reflecting those same green lights. That made sense—she was staring at the eyes, so her own eyes would reflect them back into the water, which would reflect them back up at her. She watched her eyes growing wider, and found herself sinking deeper, staring at the reflection of the reflection, seeing the reflection of herself in those eyes, her eyes within even more softly, sweetly lost...

I can look deeper, she thought, licking her lips. And... and deeper... and deeper...

She found herself leaning in further, her breath coming in impossibly soft, as if a misplaced sound could frighten the eyes away and leave her alone in the gloom.

"That'ssss right," purred a distant, sweet, sibilant voice in her ear, as Larya's lips half-parted. "Ssstay on the edge for me, my sssssweet..."

Oh. Larya swallowed, squirming atop the stone. That voice sounded. Sounded so. So very.

A strange vibration passed through Larya, and her mouth opened to give a small moan.

She blinked.

She stared down into the water, puzzled, feeling her head sloshing a little as she awoke. There was nothing in the water. Nothing but her own reflection.

"Must've dozed off," she mumbled to herself, seeing her cheeks reddening in the reflection. "I-I'm just tired. Imagining getting hypnotized." She giggled slightly, wiping her lips of a bit of drool. "Probably because it's been so long since it's happened."

She looked up, just to be safe. No sign of the eyes' owners. And she didn't see any sign of anything having been around her—just the darkness of the old oak canopy.

"It was probably nothing," she assured herself, since Alrek wasn't around to have a migraine at that phrase. "Probably just the wind," she added, giggling.

She waited a minute or so more with bated breath, just in case.

She sighed, turning back to the pool. If only.

Wait, what?

No. Not 'if only'! Larya shook herself slightly. That was the sleepiness talking. It was close to midnight, after all. Larya didn'twant to be hypnotized! Definitely not. And especially not tonight.

Tonight, Larya thought, smiling, she was going to put that kitten in her place, put her on her knees at last. Lim's little winning streak was over.

She took a deep breath of the cool night air, trying to wake herself up a little. With the same goal (at least, so she told herself), she started slipping fingers up her twirly skirt and under her surprise gift to Lim.

No harm, she told herself, swallowing, in... getting ready a little. Having a little fun. Keeping herself ready for Lim's arrival and inevitably adorable submission.

She smirked, feeling a bit more confident as her fingers began their wicked work and droplets of pleasure started to settle like morning dew onto her mind. She didn't need Lim to enjoy herself. And if the catgirl was bothered that Larya came first... well, she should have come sooner, right?

Larya rocked back and forth slightly, watching her reflection in the mirror pool and relishing the wantonness as she caressed her finger over her clit. She felt like she was buzzing. Her eyes were struggling beneath thick, heavy lashes as a little sigh escaped her.

She imagined Lim, on the ground beneath her, writhing in the grass like it was catnip. The catgirl would stare up at her, wide-eyed as Larya descended. Her eyes would be so pretty and green, reflecting Larya's big, confident, dumb smile. And she would cry out so sweetly as Larya started kissing her breasts. Oh, she would whimper and mew like a kitten, the little slut. And when Larya started begging her to return the favor, she would nod, eager, desperate, to oblige, and flip Larya onto her back, hold her hot, horny little druidess down and just make her melt...

Larya's breath caught, and she paused, feeling her cheeks heat up. No. No, she was not going to be submissive! She glared, even as she kept wriggling her ass, enjoying the way the warm, smooth stone beneath her rear almost seemed to vibrate. Her whole body felt so... buzzy...

She started stroking again, unable to help her tongue lolling out a little. She was going to make Lim kneel for her, of course. Oh, yes. She giggled, imagining stroking that silly kitty's ears, scratching her. Lim would play confident at first, of course.

Larya's fingers sped up, slipping inside. Oh, Lim would play confident, no doubt certain that Larya would be her silly bimbo, as always. But as Larya flirted, stroked, and kept scratching, she'd watch that catgirl's ears start to flatten to the sides of her hair, watch the catgirl's freckled face start to go redder and redder.

Larya panted, rocking back and forth, feeling that wonderful buzzing sensation getting stronger as her legs spread. She was practically straddling the rock. Lim would... Larya would play like she didn't know, play like she was just flirting. But steadily, it would get to Lim. Lim would start begging, start clinging to Larya, craving those touches. And Larya would reward her good little kitty with more scritches, more pets, and lots and lots of flirting until the catgirl was a blushing, drooling, panting mess.

Oh, Lim would be just... just helpless. Larya was drooling again, picturing the way Lim would look at her, needy and desperate. Totally incapable of resisting Larya. Totally irresistible.

The catgirl would be so horny, she'd have to... oh, she'd have to push Larya up against a tree. Larya whimpered. She'd lean in close as Larya kept stroking, caressing Larya's curves, purring in her ear about how naughty, how bratty her little human toy was tonight, how Larya needed so badly to be punished, and those green eyes would shimmer and glow and sparkle so prettily...

No! Larya bit her lip, lurching away from her reflection. She was panting like a pup! But she was going to be in control this time, absolutely, a hundred percent.

She squirmed on the stone, biting her lip. If only... if only Lim were here now. And if only she could stop buzzing.

And, she thought, squirming, if only she could come. Why was she edging herself? The last thing she needed was to... to be a horny, needy mess when Lim came.

She swallowed, feeling her fingers continue their merciless teasing. The last thing she needed was to be so desperate, she'd do anything. The catgirl could tease her, torment her, tickle her—anything, so long as she'd let Larya come at the end of it. And then Lim would be as smug as ever at how easily Larya went under and begged for mercy.

So she had to come, she told herself, quivering with liquid pleasure at her ministrations. She had to come. Had to come!

She whimpered, then moaned, tortured by her own rebellious fingers. They just kept... kept holding her... had to come, had to come, had to come!

The druidess was positively a mess as she squirmed and writhed, practically humping the warm, vibrating red stone, barely able to keep sitting upright as she pumped her fingers in and out, her cries turning higher-pitched, noisier, more deliciously submissive as she stroked and stroked and edged and edged...

"My, my," purred a familiar distinctly non-Lim voice in her ear. "What a show you're putting on!"

Larya gave a start, and she forced her fingers to behave themselves as she whirled to her right. She barely resisted the reflex to wipe those messy fingers on her nice dress.

A pair of enormous green eyes beamed down upon her. Lips below parted in a wide, predatory smile.

"Hi," said the voice sultrily, smirking down at Larya.

Larya blinked. Her pussy twinged. "H-Hi."

Dimly, she realized that the speaker was a lamia—whereas her upper half was that of a lovely woman, with flowing crimson locks down past her shoulders, big, plump, kissable lips, and wide heart-shaped hips, those hips gave way to brilliant red scales that glittered in the moonlight like cinders. Her coils were longer than any Larya had ever seen, winding all around the clearing, hanging over branches and wrapped around tree trunks, with no end in sight. Her skin was a pale coral that offset those brilliant green eyes perfectly.

But horny as Larya was, her mouth went dry as her eyes settled on those massive, pendulous breasts. The lamia was almost as well-endowed as a holstaur as far as Larya was concerned, her tits jiggling together lightly with a visible softness that made Larya weak in the knees. It didn't help that the lamia was totally naked, allowing those pert nipples to stand out.

"Um." Larya realized she was staring, and forced her gaze back up to the lamia's face. "It's, um... a pleasure to meet you."

The lamia raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side. "Ssso I sssee."

Larya bit her lip—no doubt she looked like quite the scene, positively straddling this boulder. She tried to straighten a little, smoothing out her skirt. "I was, um. Just. Getting comfortable."

"Oh?" The lamia's voice was breathy and soft.

Beneath Larya's ass, the boulder seemed to... vibrate. Larya bit her lip, trying to hold in a squeak of pleasure. Gods, why did that feel so... so bizarrely...

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks practically burst into flames, as she realized that she had been sitting on one of the lamia's coils this whole time. She sprang to her feet, smoothing her skirt again, giving the disguised 'boulder' a look of shock. It hadn't been so sparkly when she'd decided to sit on it before, had it? Nor so pleasantly warm.

The lamia giggled as Larya turned back to face her. She drifted a bit closer, and Larya couldn't help but notice those tits jiggling and bouncing with her approach. "You were giving me," she murmured, "quite the show."

"O-Oh." Larya tore her gaze off the heavy, swinging breasts and back up to the lamia's bright, gleaming eyes. "W-Was I really? I mean... I didn't know I was being watched."

As tempting as it always was to have a dalliance with fey, Larya knew Lim would probably be here any minute. They weren't quite exclusive, but having sex with a lamia during an actual date would be a pretty rude move.

"Didn't you? You ssssaw me, surely." The lamia's forked tongues flitted out. There was something funny about that, but Larya couldn't focus on that, not with how close the lamia was. It was so easy to look at her breasts and ogle them like a slack-jawed village bimbo, and it took all Larya's attention just to maintain eye contact. She had to keep from getting any hornier, or she'd be a mess by the time Lim got here, best case scenario.

"I—I did see you, yes," Larya stammered, "but I didn't... I mean, I didn'tregister you, y'know?"

"I believe I underssstand." The lamia offered a hand. "My name is Celessste. Do you wish to know my theory?"

Larya took the hand. Celeste's skin was smooth as silk, and very, very warm. Larya wondered if... the rest of her felt like this. "Larya. Um... sure?"

Celeste squeezed Larya's hand with heart-fluttering affection, then released it. Her eyes half-closed like those of a pleased cat. "I think... you wanted to not notice me."

Larya huffed. "I don't—why would I even—" She knew she was getting flustered, but she couldn't help but stumble and stammer, avoiding Celeste's knowing gaze and accidentally settling her eyes on those beautiful, full breasts again. "I mean, I don't—"

"Don't like being watched?" Celeste asked, head tilting. "Don't like being... toyed with?" She bounced slightly in place, and Larya's eyes widened as the tits bounced after her. She was doing that on purpose!

Larya again forced herself into Celeste's gleaming eyes. It would get easier to hold eye contact with time, surely. Surely it would.

"I am a domme," she said firmly, forcing a bit more confidence into herself. She stood up straight, stepping back quickly as the tail started playing along the back of her ankles, threatening to trip her. "I can... handle fey."

Spirals seemed to dance across Celeste's eyes, ripples from a leaf falling in the water. "Really! How impressssive. Few mortals can, you know." Her tone was not particularly filled with sincere belief.

"Well... yeah." Larya crossed her arms. "So don't you get any ideas. I'll have you wrapped around my finger like a wedding ring if you try anything." She managed to recover some confidence, even affecting a cheeky grin. "Though someone like you might not, um, fit around... just a finger."

"Oh, no?" Celeste giggled. As she came a little closer, Larya steadfastly kept her eyes off of that incredible rack and on those beautiful eyes. "Perhapsss not. But I'm sure we could sssort sssomething out, don't you think?"

"Ooh, I-I'll bet we could." Larya giggled as well, even as her heart started to race as Celeste's buxom body came a little bit closer. The very, very last thing she needed was to have a repeat of the Milky Kitten incident from a couple of months ago. The last thing she needed was to end up a silly, drooling slut, drooling over Celeste's big, smooth, gleaming-in-the-moonlight, bouncy, squishy, ever-so-slightly-smooshing-together, hanging-in-the-air-before-Larya's-captivated...

Larya felt a warm, smooth touch against her chin, and felt her chin being gently lifted up. She realized, flushing, that her head had sunk down, allowing her eyes to openly ogle the lamia's... assets.

Now her chin was being held up by the tip of Celeste's tail, and Larya couldn't even complain, because she'd just been staring at Celeste's tits and completely ignoring what Celeste was saying.

"W-What?" she stammered, realizing she'd been asked a question.

Celeste smirked. She leaned back, and Larya bit her lip, barely holding her gaze where it belonged even with the tail's help. "I ssssaid," she purred, "sssome people are... very, very naturally obedient. Essspecially to me." Her voice dropped to a hiss. "Sssubmisssssive... ssssslutsss."

Larya stared into the green, breathless. "Uh-huh?"

"But you..." Celeste's voice returned to a normal, flirty tone. "You are different?"

"Oh." Larya blinked. "Oh! Yes!"

"Yesss?" Celeste enquired.

Larya smiled, trying to hide her excitement. "I-I mean, yes, I should think so. I'm a druidess, you see. I find it very easy to keep fey... in line." She waved a hand dismissively. "And they find it very, very easy to stay in line."

Celeste's eyes were getting a lot easier to focus on, just as Larya had hoped. Larya was glad. She was still tempted by a nagging feeling to look away, perhaps so her gaze could drop to those breasts, but it was easy to ignore that temptation. Celeste's eyes were quite soothing to focus on, in fact. They almost had a spiral to them, a nice, calming, endless spiral, ripples, concentric circles of green and blue and gold...

"Of courssse," Celeste agreed, drifting back with a grin. "Sssoooo very sssimple, I imagine."

"Mm. Mm-hm." Feeling a bit dizzy, Larya walked after Celeste, ignoring the jiggling from the corner of her eye. The eyes were much prettier, really. She smiled. "I can keep... complete control."

"Naturally." Celeste's head bobbed playfully. "You're ssssooo... ssstrong!"

The tip of the tail stroked her chin daintily, and she blushed, remembering it was holding her head up. "Uh. uh-huh." Larya's voice was a bit weaker, and she tried to give it more certainty as she stumbled dazedly after the retreating Celeste, trying not to stumble over her words—or over her pretty, frilly dress. "I know what I'm doing."

"Oh, yessss, definitely!" Celeste cooed. Her eyes pulsed and shone, and Larya's lips parted in wonder. So beautiful. So big and bright, crowding out all other vision, all other thought. Rippling, spiraling, swirling...

"And I'm in control," Larya slurred, lurching forward through the undergrowth.

"Complete control," Celeste sang.

"Because..." Larya's mouth was hanging open, now, her head swimming with green spirals as she stumbled towards them. "I'm... strong?"

"Sssooo ssstrong," Celeste gushed, her smile widening. She swayed from side to side, head bobbing. Larya mindlessly mirrored every motion. Mindlessly followed the beautiful, swirling eyes.

"Uh-huh." Larya smiled back, forcing her mouth shut. She didn't want to look silly. She giggled, nearly tripping on a tree root—but luckily Celeste was there, catching her, keeping her head pointed right at those eyes as the coils daintily lifted Larya up by the hips, set her back down, and allowed her to keep walking. "I... I know what I'm doing, you see. I just, um, don't want you to... get the wrong idea."

"Of courssse not!" Celeste assured her, giggling again. Larya giggled back, swaying almost to the point of falling over as she practically floated after the pretty, pretty eyes. "How can I, when you're ssssoooo clearly in total control?"

"Yeah..." Larya couldn't stop giggling. She felt so horny, she realized—so horny and so... so... "Uh... in control..."

"That'sss right!" Celeste was delighted. "You're ssssooo right. Aren't you?"

The tail tip bobbed Larya's head up and down as they came to a stop. Larya nodded along, a dreamy smile drifting across her face as she felt the tail tip wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. She felt so lost in those eyes. So deliciously, swirlingly lost. "In... control..." she slurred.

Celeste leaned in closer. Larya felt fully immersed in the eyes now. It made her giggle to imagine she'd ever wanted to look at... what had they been again? Something silly, no doubt. Nothing was as pretty to look at as Celeste's lovely green spirals!

Except, Larya thought, beaming, Larya herself. She felt the warm, smooth, scaley coils sliding over her legs, and she wriggled proudly as she heard Celeste's breath catch ever-so-slightly. Larya was positively drop-dead gorgeous in her dress, and no one could resist her like this, surely.

"Completely in control," Celeste said sweetly, patting Larya's cheek.

Larya felt the coils slipping over her waist and giggled. It felt so nice. So nice to be in full control for once. The coils were massaging her, squeezing her so gently and yet so firmly, causing every single muscle she had to slowly... melt... down into relaxation. "Uh-huh!" she squeaked, head swaying as the eyes tilted from side to side, examining her. "In. In. In, um. Control."

"Not feeling sssleepy at all." The coils squeezed tightly as they slipped over her chest, leaving her tits hanging out, straining against the fabric.

"N-nuh-uh." Larya's voice was barely a whimper as she positively oozed into a swoon, trusting her new coil prison to hold her tight and safe, just like those pretty, pretty eyes held her tight and safe, tighter with every passing second, coiling around her.

"Everything... under... control." Celeste's voice was as soft and gentle as a trickling stream as the coils wound around and around, almost up to Larya's shoulders.

"I'm... under..." Larya wanted to let her head loll, but that would take her out of the eyes, and she couldn't even imagine a world outside the eyes. She was positively drooling over those eyes, barely holding her head up now. "Um, I mean... it's all... everything... under... control."

"You'd never fall," the voice went on, sweet and tender, "for ssstaring at my breassstsss, would you?"

"N... no..."

"Never fall for a trap like that, hm?" Celeste swooped in closer, and Larya was lost perfectly in those endless colors. She felt like she was a part of them. Like her own eyes must surely be reflecting the same lovely swirling ripples.

"Uh-uh," Larya squeaked.

"My, my. What would we even... call a trap like that?"

Larya stared blankly. For a moment, the words drifted around her head like fluttering birds, and she felt too dizzy to even pick them out. Gradually, though, she realized what she was being asked. She struggled to come up with the answer. She could tell Celeste wanted her to answer, and she needed to prove she was still in full control, after all! She bit her lip, intensely concentrating.

Then she giggled as it occurred to her. "A... boobie trap!" she squealed.

Celeste giggled. Larya giggled back and wriggled, savoring the gentle massage. The coils vibrated and squeezed her ass with such tender, lascivious indulgence that Larya couldn't help but let a small moan escape.

As the sound slipped out, though, her eyes widened, and her hand—not yet restrained by the coils—flew to her mouth. She was mortified.

But Celeste only beamed. "That'sss right, funny girl," she cooed, and Larya melted in pleasure at the gentle praise. The eyes spiraled deeper and deeper as Larya's hand was taken gently away from her mouth and back down to her side. Her arms were about to be bound up. That would feel so good. "And what kind of sssilly, sssubmisssive ssslut would fall for..."

"Larya?" The voice sounded from very far away, but the familiarity caught Larya like a burr's hooks on a coat. "Hey, Larya? Larya, love, where'd you get off to?"

Larya blinked.

Lim!

In an instant, she dove into the World Base, felt around, gripped a knot, and pulled with all her might.

Celeste barely had time to blink as Larya went shooting out of the coils like a greased seal, yanked up by her arms by a pair of twisting tree branches.

Larya flew up into the air, drifted for a moment in space, then fell back down, her feet thudding into the mossy ground. She swayed, struggling for her footing as her mind struggled to catch up with her body. Almost literally. A part of her still felt wound up in those coils, held so very tightly, trapped, sssqueezed— no, no, she had to get out of here!

She had to find Lim.

The half-second of recovery felt like an eternity. Then Larya sprang into action again, racing through the forest, realizing with dread just how far into the Mirror Pools area she'd been lured, just how little she recognized the pools and old oak trees around her. But she couldn't spare a thought for her surroundings. Her eyes were half-closed, laser-focused on the path ahead, just trying to avoid running into anything without a single other thought in her dizzy, panicked head.

Her legs pumped with a hurtling rhythm. She was running faster than she'd ever run before, but still she could hear slithering coils right behind her.

Larya panted. She couldn't believe how fast she was going. She could barely feel the ground beneath her feet, even. She just had to put one foot in front of the other. And in front of the other. And in front of the other. She had to keep running. Had to keep... keep...

"Sssweet, sssilly girl," purred a voice in her ear, followed by a giggle.

Larya whimpered, continuing to run in midair, held up by her slim waist by a single loop of warm coils. She had to keep running. Had to keep running towards those eyes, so pretty, so—

—no! Damn it! The druidess somehow wriggled free of the coils again. Celeste's grip was almost playful now, and it wasn't difficult. As if Celeste knew she didn't have to try hard to catch Larya.

Crying out in fear, the druidess took off running again, narrowly avoiding another loop of coils, bolting for the edge of the clearing.

And a ribbon from her dress—her lovely, gorgeous dress—snagged on a branch. And Larya did something horribly, almost adorably stupid: Instead of letting it tear, she spun and frantically reached down, carefully disentangling the ribbon, then turned back to continue running.

She immediately tripped on a coil.

Celeste's laughter filled the clearing.

The next thing Larya knew, she was rising into the air, squirming helplessly. Celeste had caught her. Was raising her up into the branches.

And was flipping her on her head so that Larya dangled right upside-down above the mirror pool.

Celeste smirked up at her. Larya was now being hanged by her ankles, and Larya had never felt so humiliatingly exposed. Celeste's gaze was so... greedy. And Larya was all hers now. All for her stupid, stupid vanity. Stupid!

"No," she whined, feeling her face heating up. Why had she gone back for the ribbon? Stupid. Stupid! She had to warn Lim, no matter how humiliating this would be. Lim would tease her into a scarlet-faced mess over it all, but Larya had no other option now. She couldn't let herself submit again to this fey temptress.

She opened her mouth to scream.

"Shh," Celeste cooed, and Larya found herself immediately being pulled into a warm embrace, found her face eased into something warm, and soft, and squishy, and... warm...

"Mmf!" she protested, realizing Celeste was smothering her between her tits. She thrashed, but Celeste's hands held her firmly.

"Shh," Celeste cooed again. Larya whimpered, feeling the lamia stroking her hair. "Goooood girl! I thought you might like a more... intimate look. I sssaw you ssstaring."

"Nmmf," Larya said miserably. She struggled to keep her eyes open, knowing how important it was, now, to keep her wits. Her arms were bound to her sides, and the blood was starting to rush to her head, making her feel even heavier and more disoriented. But she could see right down at the pool, at least, and that could help her to orient herself. She could see herself reflected quite clearly.

Oh, and what a sight she was.

She was still lacy, immaculate, like a celestial creature—her dress spotless, even though the skirt was up to her hips due to being a little upside-down at the moment. Her hair hung down below her like a dark waterfall, barely held in place by her cute red bow. Her face was almost totally immersed in the wonderful tits of the serpent woman who had captured her, with only her wide eyes visible. She stared down at her own reflection, feeling the shameful heat filling her.

She looked like a classic, submissive victim. The kind of victim who wanted this. The kind of victim who'd do anything for a pretty face.

She also still looked beautiful. Maybe even a little prettier, if anything. her eyes were developing a lovely kind of glaze, Larya reflected, breezing in the strange, dizzying smell of ozone. She moaned softly, watching her own eyelids flutter. She looked so pretty. So perfect. Like the perfect, submissive little sl—no, no, not that, anything but that, but still. Pretty.

But she had to escape. She glared fiercely as the lamia started repositioning, holding Larya's head a steady prisoner to tits even as Celeste rose up and fell back down—now upside-down, just like Larya.

And hanging upside-down as the coils held her, cries for help and mercy alike smothered within bounteous cleavage, Larya found herself once again staring up—down?—into those beautiful, swirling eyes.

Still pressed against the warm, soft breasts, breathless, Larya felt her lips part as she stared into those eyes.

Celeste leaned in. Larya felt the two of them swaying, and it made her feel so sloshy, so dizzy. They were swinging from the branches like... like pendulums... pocket watches...

"Sssilly," Celeste teased, her delicate fingers running over Larya's body, caressing her curves. "Ssssilly, frilly sssslut."

"Ahm." Larya struggled to speak, struggled to close her mouth, struggled to do anything other than just swing and sway and breathe in this lamia's wonderful, intoxicating scent that was driving her crazy. She felt the lamia's long nails playing along her laces, and her breath caught as she realized the lamia was about to start undressing her.

With all her mental might, she pulled away from the eyes again, craned her neck away from the massive, soft cleavage, and screamed out, "Li—mMMmm!"

"Oopsssss." Celeste's voice came out as a soft giggle. "What have we here?"

Larya stared down at her reflection, eyes widening, even as she felt the coils starting to slip down her ankles, down her thighs, down towards her hips... and stared at her own lips in the reflection.

Her lush, cherry-red lips.

Which Celeste had just popped a nipple into.

And her lips had closed around the nipple without. Even. Thinking.

"Is that what you wanted all this time?" Celeste cooed. Larya felt the breast jiggling beneath her as they swayed from side to side. She stared helplessly into the pool, watching her cheeks going red. "Did you want a little ssssuckle, my pretty little druidesssss?"

Larya whimpered. No. She couldn't start suckling. Couldn't have a repeat of the Milky Kitten—couldn't give in to this wicked fey and lose her whole night to submissive ecstasy. She was in control! She was in complete control, because she was a strong-willed, dominant, powerful, thirsty, yummy, sweet, creamy, tingly oh fuck this tasted so good and she felt so gooood and she looked so sexy in her reflection just suckling docilely and swinging in place within her captor's tight, squishy, massaging embrace...

"Gooooood girl," Celeste purred, and Larya keened at the praise as her lips smacked and sucked. That suddenly felt so good to hear. It sounded so hot. So perfect. She was... was a good girl, and she wanted more!

She moaned, lost in humiliating bliss as she suckled sweetly at the lamia's breast, wriggling within the coils like a fly in a web. Celeste tasted so good. So sweetly, sinfully good.

"Poor, sssweet thing," she heard Celeste cooing, and she stared down at her reflection—and into Celeste's bottomless reflected eyes, spiraling in endless beautiful colors. "It sssseemsss you've fallen for my 'boobie trap' after all!"

Larya cooed and moaned and kept sucking, staring entranced at Celeste's beautiful, spiraling eyes. Celeste was so pretty. She was so glad Celeste had taken her, had made her fall for this... boobie trap. She giggled. Celeste was so clever! So funny! So much cleverer than Larya.

Larya could only watch, drowning in bliss, drowning in sinful sweetness, as Celeste giggled and ran her fingers over her prize. It felt nice to let Celeste touch her. To let Celeste own her. Larya wanted to let Celeste own her, wanted to be owned, be kept, be touched like that forever. She wriggled happily, wishing she could only let Celeste know. But that would require her to stop sucking, and Larya was a good girl who drank deep.

Deep.

Deep.

Larya knew she was making an absolute mess of herself, because she could see that slut in the reflection, making such a mess. Such a messy bimbo. So easily owned. So submissive.

She whimpered. Oh, she was in trouble.

She watched Celeste delicately pull at the laces of her dress, the tight bodice, and she wished so badly she could complain. But Celeste whispered such sweet nothings, her eyes pouring upwards from the pool, and Larya melted like candy in a boiling pot for those eyes, those sibilant whispers that trickled into her head like sand, like sugar, hissing as it filled her up.

"Ssssuch a pretty gown," Celeste was saying, as she daintily pulled away Larya's tights, one after the other. Larya whined as the sensation of the fabric slipping off her legs, and shivered, realizing her legs were now fully exposed to the chilly night air.

But not for long. She felt the coils wrapping around her legs, and oh, they were so warm. Larya suckled and pressed her face into the cleavage, savoring the warmth of Celeste's smooth, vibrant coils.

Next, Celeste turned to Larya's top, tenderly pulling it away. Larya felt her brassiere fall away, and felt her breasts bouncing against her chin, but that feeling only made her feel heavier, dumber. More pliant and obedient to the spirals.

"Sssso delicate," Celeste purred, and Larya felt herself nodding, found herself intensifying her sucking. She felt Celeste sigh with pleasure, and despite her lingering doubts, a throb of glee went through Larya at how good she was making Celeste feel. Larya almost didn't notice her gloves being slipped away, one after the other, after which her arms were returned to the coils' tight, loving embrace.

"Mm-hm," Larya moaned, licking the pert nipple with such fervor that it might as well have contained the nectar of the goddesses—which, to her, it did. Her goddess, Celeste. She nodded and moaned eagerly as she felt her dress being stripped away from her entirely, loving the feeling of being totally exposed for those writhing, warm, massaging coils—and for Celeste's greedy, admiring gaze.

"And," Celeste said sweetly, casting the dress aside so Larya could watch it slowly waft down beside her reflection to land in the pool below. The ripples it sent across the surface of the reflected spirals might have helped her recover some control, if she'd wanted to try.

But oh. Oh, it felt so good. So good to submit, to be reminded that she always had to submit, that a good girl would always submit.

Larya only wished Lim were here to tease her, to make fun of how easily she'd given in, to tell her what a little slut she was. Because Larya would smile and nod and agree with anything a pretty girl told her right now—or as much as she could while still suckling like an obedient toy. Mistress had told her to suck. So she would suck, meek and pliant and obedient, even as her pretty bow was plucked from her hair.

"And," Celeste continued, whisering right in Larya's ear with such intense erotic passion that Larya felt like she might come just from that, "what have we here? Oh, sssso very pretty!"

At first, Larya thought Celeste was just talking about her again, and she giggled, watching herself blush like a fool.

Then she saw, out of the corner of her eye in the reflection, Celeste holding up the real object of her attentions. And Larya felt those tight coils rising up between her thighs.

Celeste had her panties—her beautiful, delicate lacy lingerie that she'd bought specially from Lim, the sexy thong that had made the tailor stutter and stammer like a horny idiot for a solid hour.

Larya's cheeks burned like embers. "Mm," she protested, feeling a little bit of actual shame returning. "Mm... mmmwait!"

"Sssilly girl," Celeste purred, playing idly with the lingerie, admiring it. Larya's panties were, of course, soaked by now in her horny juices. Larya had forgotten to pad them tonight. Lim always liked to tease her about that. How wet she could get when she forgot, how obvious her arousal became. Larya could be so... so silly sometimes. Celeste's voice made her squirm in pleasure as it returned her to the present. "Just sssuckle at my boobie trap and let me take care of you."

The words poured into Larya's head like inevitable quicksand, like poisonous quicksilver. Larya couldn't help but nod along with that voice, her lips half-parted around the nipple. She stopped even sucking for a moment as she stared into those endless rippling eyes. Celeste had her now. Had her in her boobie trap. All Larya had to do was suckle and... let Celeste... take care of everything.

She resumed filling herself with the lamia's milk, burying her face in Celeste's tits so only her eyes—still staring down into the pool—were free and visible. She dimly watched Celeste tucking the thong away with a smirk. "I'll have to keep thisss for my collection," she cooed. "It'sss nearly as pretty as my ssssweet Bobbi's."

"Mm'kay," Larya said, her voice as meek as a kitten's through the nipple.

Yes. Celeste could keep them. Celeste could keep everything. Celeste could even keep Larya. Oh, that sounded so good. Larya squirmed in helpless bliss at the thought of just lying in these coils forever, being massaged and nursed and praised into a molten, obedient toy in the serpent's coils.

If only Lim could see me now, she thought dreamily, as a driblet of milk trickled around the corner of her mouth and down to her forehead. She swayed like a pendulum, totally wrapped up in coils that would massage and stroke her into a babbling, whimpering, perfectly happy slave.

"Larya?" called Lim's voice, closer this time.

Larya gave a slight start, though Celeste's petting of her hair quickly eased her back to suckling. They rose up into the treetops a little, rising higher above the pool. But Larya could still see the reflected eyes. So pretty. So deep. All she could manage in response was a dazed, "Mm..."

"There'sss a good girl," Celeste purred silkily, and Larya mewled. She didn't need to say anything. Just needed to lie still, to be a good girl, to make Celeste happy...

"Larya?" called Lim again.

And the catgirl stepped right into the clearing.

Larya froze as stiff as a board. She stared down at the freckled redhead, stared at that twitching tail flitting out from beneath a short pink skirt. Oh, Lim looked so pretty... was she here to save Larya? Was it already time for the humiliating rescue? Larya whined softly.

Seeing Lim in person helped her to look away from the spiral. She needed to call out. It was time to let Lim save her, and they could play together afterward, and Lim could tease her, and Larya would do whatever the owner of that rough little tongue told her, no matter how deliciously degrading...

"Keep sssuckling," Celeste hissed, her voice full of mirth, her smile wide.

Lim was tapping her foot down below, looking around curiously.

Larya's eyes drifted back to Celeste's spiraling eyes in the water, and, without a sound, she meekly resumed her willing corruption.