Lim pouted and stomped her foot. Of course Larya was missing for their first date in months. And of course it had to be the one Lim had gotten all dressed up for.

The catgirl looked around, chewing her upper lip. The Mirror Pools gave her the heebie-jeebies sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times. She'd heard stories of young lovers getting lost in these woods, beautiful people getting lost in their own reflections, catgirls luring lovely hairdressers off into dens of eternal teasing bliss.

Forgetting herself a little, Lim giggled, tail twitching mischievously. That last one, in fairness, had been a story she'd told—to the very flustered hairdresser who had done such a good job and been promised such a lovely tip.

She couldn't wait to find Larya. Edging and flustering the hairdresser had been adorable, but nobody whimpered and begged like her love.

She swished idly in her flowing dress as she made her way back toward the clearing from earlier. She'd been sosure she'd heard something back here, after all.

She needed Larya to see her like this. Larya was such a darling sub, and Lim loved to bring her down to the level she longed to lie in—barely a step above the horniest, neediest lust sprite, squealing and whining as she stared up at Lim's wiggling ass, stuck proudly up in the air while Lim licked and licked and...

She needed to see the look on Larya's face when Larya saw how sexy Lim looked right now, in her pretty pink dress, with her fiery-red hair done up in such a lavish goblin bouffant, her face so delicately made up to highlight her cute freckles and glimmering green eyes, the adorable bow atop her head complementing her flicking kitty ears, the way her pink dress swished and glimmered in the starlight, hugging her curvy ass and pushing out her breasts for maximum cleavage.

Lim was drop-dead gorgeous on a bad day. On a good night, she was a temptress from heaven, liquid desire poured into a pretty pink dress with a pretty blue bow on top.

And Lim was positive that this was going to be a very, very good night as soon as she found Larya. Larya would agree, once Lim made her.

"Larya!" she called, rolling her eyes as she stepped into the clearing. She was turning up her hearing now, and she was so sure that she could hear something moving up ahead. "Larya Nuptuel! Honestly, love, if you've gotten your silly head filled with sugar before I got to taste—oh!"

As she'd walked beneath a tree branch, the branch had snagged her bow. Hissing under her breath, the catgirl turned and started fighting with the branch. The blue bow's ribbons trailed beneath it, rustling in a subtle breeze.

And then Lim heard it.

A sibilant sound from behind her. Almost like a slithering body. Or a serpent's hiss.

Or laughter.

"Hello?" Lim turned and looked around, ears flattened. The clearing was empty, though. There was something by the pool—it looked like a pool of water, before Lim realized it was a 'pool' of fine silken material.

Her eyes narrowed. A dress, discarded. "Someone there?" she called.

There was no answer. Noticing the wind picking up, Lim turned and reached for—

Gone. It was gone. Lim blinked rapidly. Okay, this is weird. Her ears were flatteneding.

"Larya," Lim called tersely, "if you're a good girl, you'll—"

She heard another sound, this one less a hiss and more a... moan.

And some wet squelching sounds came with it.

"Larya?" Lim crouched low, suddenly wary. She approached the fallen dress, looking over her shoulder. "Is that... you? Because I don't reckon this is very fun—eep!"

She'd turned back in front of her and realized she was about to run right into someone.

Inches from her face, a very pretty face broke into a wide, amused smile.

ItThe face was that of a gorgeous woman, with big, brilliant blue-green eyes and full, plump red lips. Her hair was a deep lusty crimson.

Those eyes were beautiful. Lim felt her breath leave her as she stared, open-mouthed. This was not Larya. Not even Larya had eyes... that... pretty. So pretty...

Lim's mouth snapped shut. Her eyes darted away from the woman's eyes and down her body, noticing, with a quickening heart, the woman's full, massive bosom, clad in just a strip of red cloth.

She smelled nice. Lim's mind wasn't quite working right—it was still stuck on pretty girl very close—but she smelled... nice. Lim found herself breathing in deep, trying to place that sweet scent that filled her, made her briefly lose her senses.

Her eyes flitted lower, and she saw that past the bare midriff and the beginning of a wide set of spoon-hips were red scales. The lamia's tail arced up into the air and into the treetops—this lamia was hanging down in front of Lim, dangling like a stray vine.

Lim had never seen a lamia like this before. She blinked, trying to recover her composure, and leaned back—she had walked very close to the other fey. "H-Hi," she said, feeling strangely breathless.

The lamia smirked. "Hi, there," she purred. "And what would a sssalaciousssly dressed kitty like you be doing out among the Mirror Pools ssso late at night?"

Salacious. Lim resisted the urge to look down self-consciously at her own outfit, but she felt her cheeks heating up nevertheless. She struck a playful pose, bobbing her weight from foot to foot—and her hips from side to side—and smiled brightly. "I'm Lim, lovely," she chirped. "And who might you be?"

The lamia raised an eyebrow. "Call me Celessste," she said softly. Lim heard a soft sound from up above, but as she started to look up, the lamia shifted—more heavy looping coils slipping down to allow her more mobility—and Lim's attention was drawn back to her. "But myquessstion, darling kitty?"

Lim smirked. "Why?" she ventured, leaning back in—letting her breasts push out slightly against the fabric, enjoying the way Celeste's eyes briefly glanced down to admire her. "Am I intruding on something, Celeste?"

She held in a giggle, watching Celeste's eyes flit from her figure to her eyes. Such pretty eyes. So full of desire. Lim could tell that Celeste was the submissive type—Lim could have her wrapped around her finger in minutes.

"I was only wondering what you were looking for," Celeste murmured, "sssince you ssseemed to be looking for sssomething." A perfect eyebrow raised. "Or... sssomeone?"

Lim licked her lips.

Celeste leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmered like galaxies unto their own. "Or perhapsss," she breathed, "this kitty is merely... lossst?"

A forked tongue tickled Lim's cheek. Lim giggled before she could help herself. "I'm, um... ummmm... looking for someone, actually. Not lost." She bit her lip to hold in more giggles as Celeste's tongues... tongues?... continued to play along her jawline and neck. All the while, Celeste watched her, smiling smugly. Knowingly.

Briefly, Lim thought she heard another sound from above—a wet sound, followed by a familiar whimper. A wet, squishy sound. A submissive, needy whimper.

"Oh?" Celeste purred. "Is that sssooooo?"

Lim blinked rapidly. Despite being as nicely dressed as Lim had ever been, Lim felt a little... exposed.

Naked.

She took a deep breath of scented air and smiled, trying to project more of that flirty, dominant confidence. She was a domme. Celeste would soon know that.

Although... a pang of guilt tickled at Lim's heart. Larya was still waiting for her. It would be simply awful if she were to stand her darling druidess up.

But this unbearably close to Celeste, Lim was having trouble convincing herself that it would be so bad to be... a little... late...

She decided to compromise. She reached up, putting a finger to her lips. "See, I'm trying to find this friend of mine," she said sultrily, watching Celeste's attention flick to those ruby-red lips, plump and kissable. Lips that had on more than one occasion rendered Larya little more than a lovestruck, love-dumb little slut for her kitty girlfriend. "Maybe you've, um, seen her? Long, dark hair..." She bounced slightly and giggled. "Slim, bimbo body, pretty green eyes, and... suuuuper easy to mess with."

"Oh?" Celeste tilted her head to the side, eyes sparkling. Subconsciously, Lim tilted, too, to keep the same perspective as Celeste. To maintain eye contact. "And what might we call a girl like that?"

Her eyes glimmered so prettily. And Lim, thinking of Larya... of Larya's body, her supple form, her sweet whines and moans that felt so familiar, Lim could almost make them out even now.

"Slut!" Lim cooed, giggling.

Celeste slowly smiled.

And Lim realized Celeste was just asking for Larya's name, and her cheeks flushed. ... "L-Larya," the catgirl stammered, feeling her cheeks burning. "I-I mean. Have you seen her?"

Celeste seemed to consider this a moment. Lim waited, tapping her foot.

When Celeste continued to consider, Lim started, as most catgirls would, to get impatient. She leaned in close, trying to affect the special husky, smoky tone of voice that always rendered her targets stammering, blushing messes. "If it would help jog your memory," she whispered, "we can—"

Again, she heard a moan. This time she pulled up, scowling around her. "Okay, what is that?"

"Is what?" Celeste blinked innocently. Lim was surprised at how dizzy she felt when the eyes she'd been staring into blinked like that.

"That—those sounds!" Lim shook her head irritably. "I can definitely hear—"

"I don't hear anything." Celeste giggled, reaching forward.

Lim was resolute. "Well, I definitely—ee!" Celeste had cupped her under the chin, and for some reason, the tender touch sent shivers through Lim's body. She felt her breath escape her as she stared into Celeste's eyes, and suddenly, it was just sooo awfully hard to remember what she'd... been... saying... "I m-mean," she stammered, "like, um, like... it's, um... the sounds..."

She heard another soft whimper from above. Squishing sounds.

"What sssoundsss?" Celeste whispered, leaning in.

"Th-Those sounds," Lim whined, feeling uncertainty flickering in her heart. She didn't look up this time. She couldn't. She was too busy looking at Celeste, and it wouldn't do to be rude.

Wouldn't do... to be rude... and take her eyes off of Celeste's, Lim thought, staring vacantly ahead. Especially when the eyes were so, so pretty and... and sparkly...

"Don't worry about it, sssweetnesss," Celeste cooed, her fingers tickling under Lim's chin. "Not important."

"N... Not..." Lim's lips were half-parted. The catgirl squirmed uncertainly, staring into Celeste's beautiful, swirling eyes. She heard the moan again, but this time, knowing Celeste would just dismiss her again, she didn't speak.

Speaking was hard. Kitties didn't need to speak. Kitties just needed... needed to...

Lim gasped as Celeste's tickling became a bit more sensuous, fingertips brushing Lim's cheek, grazing over her parted, plump, sensitive lips... oh, that touch felt so nice.

"It'sss much more important," the lamia purred, smiling as her hypnotic spiral-eyes drew Lim deeper and deeper, drowned Lim sweeter and sweeter, "to ssstay here with me... and be... a gooooood, ssslutty kitty."

"Ssstay..." Lim slurred, feeling so heavy, so sleepy. Luckily she could hear more coils slipping down, approaching her. They would help her stand. Or lie down. Either way. "Ssstay... slutty kitty..." Her words echoed back to her, and she bit her lip. "I-I mean... no, wait..."

"That'sss right!" Celeste beamed. She started to sway gently, swinging in front of Lim as warm, scaly coils brushed the back of Lim's ankle. Swinging like a pendulum. Back and forth. Back and forth. "Juuussst ssstay my sssleepy, sssilly, sssssslutty kitty. Sssoundsss nice, yesss?"

Lim squirmed and whimpered. She could still hear the moans from above—if anything, they were getting louder—but it was all so distant. Celeste's voice was close. Her words filled Lim's head as if nothing else could fit.

Nothing except, maybe, those endless, intoxicating, entrancing swirls in Celeste's pretty eyes.

"Nice." She nodded meekly, feeling so lovely and soft and submissive to do so. So lovely and... and soft... and...

Submissive?

Sourness at the thought flared inside Lim, and with exhausting effort, she tore her gaze from Celeste's and down to the ground. Noticing she was slowly being approached those coils, she leaped backward, out of reach.

She glared at Celeste's tail, not daring to meet those eyes again. "Nice try!" she snapped.

"Aw." Celeste was pouting, Lim could tell. "I sssuppose that's okay. I don't truly need a kittytoy, after all." Out of the corner of her eye, Lim could tell the swirls had faded, but she still didn't dare to look. "You were sssimply too adorable toressssissst."

"Hmph." Lim couldn't help a smirk at this as she backed out of the clearing. She'd been in control, essentially, all along, she told herself. The lamia had just played dirty. "Maybe next time I can show you just how hard to resist I can be." She turned to leave. "Doesn't that sound - eep!"

She recoiled back, eyes wide, heart rising to her throat in sudden alarm at the object that had slipped behind her.

Then she blinked.

And, unable to help it, giggled.

"Goodness," she said sweetly, licking her lips, tail flicking behind her, "and what might you be doing up there?"

Hanging upside-down from the treetops, wrapped feet to shoulders in writhing red coils, was a gorgeous human woman. She had long, dark hair that trailed down below her head like a waterfall of darkness, and though the serpentine coils seemed to be holding her very tightly—all Lim could see, in fact, were her breasts, which were being caressed and fondled while still remaining visible, and her face, contorted in an agony of ecstasy.

Lim licked her lips and smiled as Larya struggled to respond, whimpering and moaning as wet sounds from within the coils constantly interrupted her.

"Sssooo..." Celeste purred, and Lim could hear the smile in her voice as the serpent woman advanced, "... this is the ssslut you ssspoke of."

Lim almost bit her lip, suddenly conscious that she had called her girlfriend a slut to a third party—and while Larya could hear, too.

But Larya didn't seem to care. She just beamed in helpless bliss, eyes wide and swirling with spirals. The druidess was totally, helplessly, adorable hypnotized once again.

"So," Lim said sultrily, admiring the display as her girlfriend wriggled and writhed, "this is where you've been. Falling for another lamia, are we, love?"

Larya squirmed as the coils stroked and massaged her. She stared happily across at Lim, her eyes shining in an overjoyed trance. "Uh-huh," she slurred.

Lim's grin widened. She shot Celeste a sly look. "Isn't she cute?"

Celeste smirked. "Oh, yesss."

This seemed to unsettle Larya. She wriggled a bit harder, beaming down at Lim. "I'm... n-not cute," she protested, giggling as Lim reached over and tickled around an exposed nipple. "I'm... like... soooo in control..."

Her eyelids fluttered, but did not close, as she writhed and moaned. She was totally, utterly helpless.

"Is that so?" Lim cooed. She reached over and put a hand on Celeste's shoulder, stroking the lamia's hair playfully. "In control of this pretty serpent? In control of me?"

"Yes!" Larya'shead bobbed eagerly. "I'm... like, Lim, I'm, like, totally a domme now. I mean, I was. I am. Always was." She bit her lip, staring uncertainly as her eyes swirled and spiraled and spun and sparkled, as empty as her silly head.

Lim could melt that resolve into butter with a lick. But she wanted to enjoy this, now that she'd found her pretty prey. Larya was going to have to pay her back for being late, after all. She leaned in, continuing to smile. "You're in control?" she purred. "You mean you wanted this, sweetness?"

"Um..." Larya frowned slightly, or clearly tried to. But she was still smiling. Still squirming. "I mean, like... I m-mean... ooh..." She shivered. "Yes?"

Lim giggled. She leaned in closer, holding Larya's spiraling, swirling, totally lost eyes in hers. She vaguely noticed Celeste pulling away, and her hand slipped from stroking the lamia's hair to between her own legs, idly toying with herself through the fabric of her dress. "Really? So you mean..." She licked her lips. "You wanted to be caught and turned into this dumb, horny slut?"

Larya whimpered. Her eyes swirled so beautifully. Lim stared, full of love, into those helpless eyes. Helpless for her. Helpless for anyone who wanted pleasure. Swinging endlessly back and forth, slow, gentle arcs, like the pendulum of an impossibly slow clock.

"That'sss right," Celeste purred, coming up to whisper in Larya's ear. "You wanted this, didn't you, ssslut?"

"Ye... yes..."

"Wanted to feel good." As Celeste's words dripped like honey into her ears, Lim stroked a little faster, biting her lip. "Wanted to feel ssso, sssoooo... gooooood..."

"Yes!" Larya whined. Lim's breath caught at her helplessness—totally enrapt by mere whispers, totally lost in Lim's gaze. Those eyes were so pretty and submissive. So pretty. So pretty. Lim was panting, barely resisting the intense, burning need to just thrust her fingers up her dress and... and... "Yes, yes, yes! I wanted to feel gooood!"

Lim beamed. She was inches from Larya now, and those eyes filled Larya's vision as she watched the druidess sway. "And do you?" she asked silkily. "Do you feel good now, sweetness?"

"Uh-huh!" Larya whimpered, nodding eagerly. "F-feel... s-so good..."

She had to be getting lightheaded by now, Lim thought, smirking, noticing how her gentle swaying was starting to speed up. Back and forth. Back and forth. Lim swayed with it, refusing to allow Larya to escape her eyes for even a second. Refusing to let Larya's spiraling eyes leave hers.

"That's right," Celeste hissed. "Ssssoooo good. Doesn't it feel ssso good... to jussst... sssway..."

Larya bit her lip.

"Yes," Lim whispered, grinning, head bobbing slightly as she reinforced the suggestion. "It does. Feels... sooo good. Just sway back and forth and sink. Sink. Sink."

"Yes," Larya whimpered, her eyes as wide as saucers of warm, rippling milk. "Yes, yes, it feels good. So good to sink, m-my love... so good... to obey..."

"Nice and safe," Celeste went on, as her coils caressed and stroked over Larya's whole body, and Lim watched the druidess's form squish and contort within the warm, pulsating coils. "You know you're nice and sssafe with us. You can relax."

"Relax," Lim purred, swaying to the left in time with Larya. "Safe. Nice and warm and content."

"Content," Larya breathed. "Obedient. Warm and safe." Her expression was so deliciously submissive, it was all Lim could do to keep... keep...

The catgirl bit her lip as she barely forced her hand away from herself. Doing so, she felt suddenly dizzy. She needed pleasure so badly, and it was hard to think about anything with Larya's gorgeous, perfectly obedient body swinging before her.

"Swirly," Larya breathed, and Lim realized dimly that Celeste had said something else. "So... so easy to stare into the pretty swirly eyes..."

Lim beamed. "Easy," she whispered, arousal trickling through her whole body at the word. "Pretty. Swirly. You, um..." She struggled briefly to think of some original words to say. "You love... submitting to pretty lamias... don't you?"

Larya's head bobbed. "Love them," she squealed, wriggling desperately in her bindings. "Love swirly eyes. Getting all... all wrapped up. Gonna be so pretty!"

So pretty. Lim's heart leaped at the thought. She giggled, swaying to the left in time with Larya. "Pretty?" she asked.

"Good girls are soooo pretty," Larya cooed, giggling as the tip of Celeste's tail stroked her cheek. "Pretty and obedient. Cute and needy. Silly and... and..."

"Ssslutty," Celeste finished. She smiled at Lim, though Lim, still staring at Larya, only half-noticed. "And before you know it, they're all... ssslutty... and sssleepy..."

"Sleeeepy," Larya cooed, swinging to their right.

Lim bit her lip, suddenly realizing just how tired she felt. She barely held in a yawn as she started to speak.

"Sleeeeepy," Larya cooed, swinging to the left.

"Yessss," Celeste breathed. "Sssoooo... sssleeepy. Pretty kitties and good girls work ssso hard... jussst... to think..."

"Mm..." Lim yawned, nodding dreamily. "Yes... sleepy... sleepy Larya..." She giggled, swaying back and forth. "Feel... so easy... so hard to think..."

"Yes," Larya hissed, smiling, those big, swirling eyes drawing Lim's attention and focus deeper and deeper down as she slowly swung. "Sleeeeepy... horny..."

Lim nodded, but she was suddenly feeling a bit uncertain as she watched Larya squirm, watched those eyes swirl. "Uh-huh? I... I mean..."

"Very hard to ssstand," Celeste whispered in Larya's ear, smiling across at Lim, "when you're... sssooo... sleeeepy..."

Lim's knees started to struggle. Lim bit her lip, but when a coil slipped beneath her ankles, she gratefully found herself sitting back into a seat of coils. As she sat back, and the coils started to writhe around her rear, she felt much better.

Now she could just sit back and stare up at Larya, who was now above her, those hypnotized eyes positively hypnotic.

Positively hypnotic.

Lim gulped. "Um, but..." She struggled to recover the flow of the conversation—the teasing from Larya that suddenly felt like it... wasn't about Larya at all. "But I, um... we should get going, Larya. Now." She held in a mew of pleasure as the coils started to roll gently, massaging her ass, caressing her body. "S-Soon," she corrected meekly.

Larya smiled. Larya was always smiling. She looked so content. So blissful. So... sleepy...

Lim squirmed uncertainly, and realized the coils had slipped over her lap. Her eyes widened, ever-so-slightly.

She was caught.

Lim tried to muster more panic at that realization. To her mild concern, she realized that she couldn't think of why this would be an issue. She was all nice and safe now, after all. And she was sleepy—it wasn't as though she could ever possibly get up. She was too sleepy. Too silly. Too slutty.

"Sssucha good kitty," Celeste purred, and Lim whimpered at the sibilant voice now in her ear. "Sssuch a nice kittytoy I've caught."

"Um." Lim shook her head a fraction. "Nuh. No, wait. I'm..."

"In control?" Larya cooed sweetly.

Lim stared helplessly up at the druidess, who just giggled. "Me too!" She descended a little closer. "It just turns out," she added sultrily, "that this is all sluts like us really want!"

"No," Lim whined, "you're the... I'm not..."

Gradual realization was filtering in. This was trouble. Larya was hypnotized—and her beautiful hypnotized eyes were hypnotizing Lim, too. Bringing her under so heavy, and so sleepily...

Lim needed to startle Larya out of trance. Mustering her resolve, Lim opened her mouth wide to shout—

"Mew!" she squeaked.

Her eyes widened. Oh, gods. She was so horny. So ready to be... be Celeste's helpless kittytoy.

Celeste was giggling. Larya just kept smiling knowingly, descending closer, closer...

With all her might, Lim put her lust from her mind and opened her mouth to scream—

And Larya took her in a kiss.

Instantly, Lim's resolve melted into molten moans and sighs, and she found herself reaching up to throw her arms around the imprisoned druidess. The eyes held her, and now, so did the lips.

And while Larya was always a good kisser, she was positively fatal when she was in a submissive mood. And tonight, she was.

Lim would have swooned were she not already lying back in an increasingly tight bed of serpent coils. She could only moan, squirm, Larya's helpless kittytoy, as Celeste praised them both for being such good sluts.

And she tasted something on Larya's questing tongue. Something sweet. Something delicious. Milky and... toxic.

She couldn't get enough of it, and her eyelids were heavy as Larya pulled away. Dimly, she knew that her eyes must also be reflecting those spirals now, judging by the way Larya was cooing and gushing over the look in her eyes.

Feebly, Lim managed to finally close her eyes—like she would have done ages ago, if she weren't such a silly slut. It was too late now.

"Doesn't she tassste good?" Celeste was purring in her ear.

"Mew," Lim said helplessly.

"Do you know why?" As Celeste spoke, her fingers delicately toyed underneath Lim's dress—and Lim realized she was being undressed. She whimpered, still sorely missing her bow—and now her whole outfit would be ruined! "Can you guesss?"

Lim panted, savoring every naughty touch as her dress fell away—dimly, with her exquisitely enhanced hearing, she heard it land far below, and realized that at some point they had risen into the treetops. "Nuh," she managed miserably.

"Oh, Lim," Larya whispered, "She tastes. So. Good."

"That'sss right," Celeste agreed, stroking Lim's hair, rubbing her ears, undoing Lim's bra. Lim felt the coils slipping around her legs, felt herself slowly rising into the air, but she could see nothing. "Larya learned how good I tassste, kitty. She drank deep." Her tongues tickled Lim's ear. "Sssuckled like a good plaything."

Lim cried out as she felt her ass being groped, and realized that Celeste had reached her panties. "N-No," she whined, "no, please... I'm fey!"

It was a custom for fey to generally leave each other alone—sort of. But from Celeste's sly laughter, Lim had a feeling that this fey had no intention of honoring any semblance of the custom.

"Sssuch a pretty thing," Celeste cooed, as the panties—basically a thong—slipped down Lim's legs. Lim was helpless to do more than whimper. "And sssuch pretty garmentsss."

"Ooh, Lim," Larya burbled, "you know what? I think that's, like, a matching pair!" She kissed Lim on the cheek.

"I'll be able to tell the difference," Celeste said silkily. "Catgirls smell sssooooo sssweeet..." her voice dropped to a hiss. "... when they're wet."

Lim could only stammer as she heard Celeste adding, "It will make sssuch a lovely addition to my collection, won't it, ssslave?"

Lim barely heard Larya's breathless reply. She was too busy trying not to reply herself.

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Lim lay back in the coils of the feycoil fiend, trying not to let the pretty spirals being broadcast directly into her tired, horny, sleepy mind get to her, trying not to let the endless whispers and coos of encouragement—and tickly teasing from the forked-tongued-fey in her ear—convince her she really was just as slutty and submissive as could be, trying not to let her mind drift to just what Celeste was promising as Larya's lips traced kisses along her jawline.

The redheaded catgirl had come into these woods to go on a date with Larya. She'd gotten all dressed up, all made up. And now she was naked, squirming helplessly in the pulsating, faintly glowing crimson coils of the gorgeous serpent woman who had turned Larya—poor, subby Larya—into this needy bimbo temptress.

A temptress who was rapidly working to make Lim as slutty and obedient as Larya was. But Lim knew it wasn't true. She wasn't a slut like Larya. She clung to that, keeping her eyes tightly shut so she wouldn't end up staring once more into those beautiful swirling blue-green eyes of the brainwashed druidess. Lim clung to that knowledge with all her might. Larya was a submissive, weak-willed bimbo on the best of days. Lim had been looking forward to toying with her lover all night long, rendering her every bit the slut she was acting right now.

But Lim wasn't like that. Lim was a domme. A top. Lim turned other pretty girls into needy, begging playthings—she wasn't the pretty kitty Celeste so clearly wanted her to be.

Planned to make her into.

"... and jussst think," the lamia purred in Lim's ear, "of how sssweet my milk will taste on that rough kitten tongue of yours." Her breatheA forked tongue tickled Lim's ear, and unwillingly, Lim let out a tiny giggle. "That's right!" Celeste sounded delighted. "Doesn't that sssound nice?"

"She's so full, Lim," Larya whimpered between kisses. "S-So big... soft... squishy... m-makes your head all, um... m-milky..."

"No," Lim whined, shaking her head, desperate to get the thoughts from her increasingly sloshy, mushy head. She couldn't stop envisioning them, though. Celeste was as curvy and indulgent as a Gluttony Succubus, and just picturing those round, full breasts in Lim's mind's eye made her feel weak inside.

The coils writhed around her body as she rose higher into the air, desperately keeping her eyes shut but helpless to tune out the voices of the slave and mistress in her ears. The coils massaged her, groping and fondling her ass with particular tenderness. Every muscle in Lim's body was turning to putty, as relaxed as a flock of fleece sprites. Even squirming helplessly in the coils' grip suddenly felt like so... much... effort.

Despite her attempts to focus, Lim found herself yawning again—a meek, kitten's yawn that made her blush. She was just... so... sleepy...

"Ooh, Lim," Larya whispered in her ear, her crackly, soft voice sending tingles up and down Lim's spine, "they're so, so beautiful. Bouncing right in front of you." She giggled. "Bounce, bounce, bounce. Bouncy-bouncy. Bouncy-wouncy."

Lim heldhed in a giggle. "L-Larya," she whispered, "you're being... such a slut..."

She couldn't muster anything else, though. And the words hurt Lim more than Larya at the moment—Larya, the airheaded slut, just giggled and kissed Lim as if in thanks for the compliment, while Lim's head grew a little fuzzier at the thought that this brainless, horny bimbo had so easily taken Lim in.

"That's right!" Larya cooed. "And she's soooo warm, Lim. And so sweet." Her voice turned as sweet as honey. "Would you like a taste? Ooh, Mistress, wouldn't she? Can't she have just a little lap?"

"N-No," Lim whimpered, shaking her head desperately. But a moan escaped her as the coils stroked between her legs.

"Oh, sssweeeeet ssslave," Celeste cooed in Lim's other ear, "of course! But only if she wantsss it."

"Ooh!" Larya giggled, kissing Lim's neck. "And she does, I bet! Don't you, Lim? Don't you, pussycat? Just one lick of those big, heaving, full, milky, bouncy-bouncy tits?" She planted kiss after kiss on Lim's helpless face. Her voice was soft, meek, and full of wickedness. "Don't you want just one... little... lick?"

"No one can resissst them," Celeste cooed, and it almost sounded like a sweet promise as her hands caressed Lim's captive body, as Lim felt the coils rising up to her midriff. "You'll be caught. Caught in my..."

"Boobie trap!" Larya squealed, and giggled.

Lim giggled, too. But she was scared. She couldn't resist. She was about to be humiliated by this fey—and sure, they'd let her go afterward, but suppose Lrya remembered this? Suppose Larya lost respect for her—or worse, was disappointed at how easily Lim had lost control?

She had to resist. Had to resist begging for a taste of Celeste's milk, begging to lick and lap needily at the pert nipple, to take it between her plump, sensitive lips and suckle and suckle until she was as sweet and silly as Larya wanted her to be. As sweet and silly as Larya was. Maybe even... more.

More. The thought intoxicated and excited Lim. She could barely breathe as her resolve melted away into kiss after kiss, as her ears were stroked, as Larya's hand grasped Lim's tail—peeping out from the mass of coils now wrapped tightly around her lower half—and started to pet it.

Larya knew how sensitive Lim's tail was. She knew Lim's every weakness, every fantasy, because once Lim had 'forced' darling Larya to act out every fantasy on Lim's behalf. And now Lim was helpless to resist while her erstwhile plaything cooed sweetly in her ear, "Just a lick, kitten?"

Lim was already whimpering, "please," under her breath, she realized, mewling unconsciously. Now, as Larya's voice sent trembles of lust through her, she managed, "Yes. Please. Yes, please. Please, please, please..."

Just a taste. Just a little lick from those big, full, bouncy-wouncy boobies that were so full of milk, would taste so, soooo good. That's all she needed. A lick.

Celeste kissed her on the cheek, and Lim gasped pathetically as Celeste whispered, "Gooood kitty."

Lim wasn't a good kitty. She tried to tell herself that. She was strong, disobedient, dominant. But also very, very thirsty.

"Now." Celeste giggled. "Open wide!"

Lim meekly obliged, parting her lips. As she did, the coils squeezed her just right, and a loud moan slipped from her. The coils were paying special attention to her perky bubble butt. It was unbearably wonderful.

After a pause, as nothing else happened, she gave another moan. Expectant.

"What?" Celeste's voice positively vibrated with intensity. "Is something the matter, kitty? I told you to... open wide."

Lim was desperate. Dignity leaving her, the kitty opened her mouth as wide as possible and mewled for her treat.

"She means," Larya cooed in Lim's ear, "your eyes."

Oh.

That was a different story.

Lim truly did try to fight this one. She knew if she opened her eyes, she would never close them again—not until Celeste told her she could. She would be lost in those beautiful spiral eyes, totally entranced, fully under the thrall of her temptresses, bimbo slave and serpent mistress alike.

Lost to the bouncing breasts. Lost to their slow, steady motions, quivering as they smooshed together in front of Lim's eyes, her half-open, heavy-lidded eyes that felt as if they were glued to their target. Lost to the big, heavy tits that Lim so desperately craved, round and soft and fragrant, bouncing away one of Lim's silly thoughts with every little bounce.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

Lim stared up at them and mewled again, even more degradingly than before. She was totally naked, half-imprisoned within the comfortable, warm, gently vibrant coils. They were massaging her ass, relaxing her muscles, and she stared at the bouncy-wouncy breasts with a mindless need she had never known before.

"Go ahead," Celeste cooed, scratching behind Lim's ears. "Be a pretty kitty."

Lim's lips were parted as she leaned in, as Larya cooed sweet nothings in her ears, as her lips brushed the nipple in a brief kiss—soft breasts, smooth and warm like pillows by a crackling fireplace, the nipple hard and firm, tasting ever-so-distantly of that creamy drug—

"Be my pretty kitty," Celeste purred, as Lim's lips latched on and she began to drink.

Instantly, the sweetest, most delicious, creamiest, headiest milk was on Lim's tongue, and Lim's spirit sparkled in ecstasy. Nothing else compared. She whined, barely noticing the coils wrapping up to her breasts, barely noticing Celeste's hand on the back of her head gently pushing her into the breast, holding her there—as if she would ever pull away from the warm, soothing comfort of these two pillows—barely noticing, but adoring, Larya's kisses on her neck.

Lim sucked. Barely even a suckle. Barely even a sip. Not even a gulp, really. Just a taste.

She wouldn't even suckle for five full seconds. It would just be ten or so. Not even half a minute. Lim moaned happily, gulping down the milk, her head tingling in delight, as she dimly heard her captors cooing, "There's a good kitty."

And as she drank, Lim dimly felt a pressure on the top of her head. She blinked up helplessly into Celeste's spiraling eyes.

In the catgirl's reflection, she could see that she was now wearing the pretty blue bow from earlier. And absolutely nothing else.

It went lovely with her wide, swirling eyes.

She had to suckle. Had to cling helplessly to Celeste, squishing her face into the soft breast, drinking eagerly, desperately. Had to taste more of Celeste's delicious milk. Drink as much as possible. Be a good kitty.

She shivered with bliss at every word of praise, no matter how degrading—no, especially when it was as degrading as could be. She squirmed helplessly, enjoying the way the coils caressed her body, eased her into a state of total relaxation so she could focus all her attention on suckling her silly mind away.

"Sssuch an easy toy," Celeste was purring, as Lim mewled and suckled. "Who knew that you would fall even easier than my sssweet Larya?"

Lim's suckles didn't pause, but her blissful half-closed eyes did open slightly. She gave a protesting whine.

"You ssslipped sssoooo easy," Celeste hissed in her ear, as on the other side Larya kissed and echoed the words. "Even easier than she did."

"Unh," Lim managed, frowning. She wasn't... wasn't easier than Larya. That wasn't fair. She felt herself being tipped upside-down, but not even the sensation of a full rotation, the feeling of her own breasts bouncing towards her head, could distract her from her suckling—or her indignation.

"Maybe she's even sluttier than me!" Larya bubbled.

At this, Lim whined and shook her head with as much force as she could muster. No. Absolutely not! She glared up at Larya, though still suckling, her lips still working diligently, smacking slightly as she nursed, she looked more petulant than truly righteously indignant.

She could tell because again, she could see her reflection in Larya's swirling eyes, and it was as much the humiliating sight of herself—still suckling through her indignation—as the swirls themselves that made it hard for her to come up with an objection.

But... it wasn't fair. Lim struggled to parse her thoughts as Celeste stroked her hair, which was swiftly losing its elegant shape and turning into a tangled, free-flowing mess; as she was delicately set, facedown, atop the length of Celeste's coils. She felt the very tip of the lamia's tail tickling her rear, continuing to caress, grope and massage, as she stared across into the eyes of a smirking Celeste—and suckled sweetly as if she could do nothing else.

Larya had only had to face Celeste alone. Lim had had to face Celeste and Larya! Lim tried to convey this to Larya, but the silly slut just giggled and nodded, as if she didn't understand.

And Larya's response was to pat Lim on the head and call her a thirsty kitty. Lim's cheeks were ablaze.

"Sssoooo true," Celeste said, laughing. The coils beneath Lim started to rise and Lim watched in growing comprehension as her head started to tilt downwards. Her lips smacked faster, sucking hungrily. "But... I think that's enough for now."

With an audible pop, Lim's lips slipped from the nipple as Celeste pulled back. Lim stared, practically drooling, at the departing breasts. She mewed plaintively.

Larya giggled up at her. Lim watched her go by, with just one departing kiss.

And then Lim, panting, struggling to put together words, felt herself beginning to slide.

Stradling the tail on her belly as she was, the catgirl whined and mewled in unbearable pleasure as her whole body slid across the warm, smooth, pulsating scales, stroking her nipples and between her legs like a long, silken glove.

She struggled, trying to arrest her slide, perhaps trying to remember one of the druidic tricks she could use to get out of this situation—but no sooner had she tried to lift her head that the tip of the tail descended and gently, firmly forced her head back down.

So she could stare, Lim realized, her lips parting, into an endless spiral of coils.

The catgirl slid down the coil's length with barely a sound aside from moans. As she slid, she gazed down helplessly into the coils as they wound around her, as she slid deeper and deeper among them, dimly realizing too late just what she was entering.

Her mind oozed as Celeste cooed degrading praise, as Larya clapped with excitement, wriggling in her own constraints. Her excitement was infectious. Lim, staring open-mouthed into the spirals as they immersed her, drowned, her, found herself giggling and wriggling as well.

Down. Down. Deeper and deeper. Lim's eyelids fluttered, her eyes filled with beautiful spirals like those that surrounded her, and she let out a helpless, intoxicated sigh as the coils began to... tighten.

And with that happy sigh, the catgirl slipped right into her own coil prison, the twin to Larya's. She squirmed happily, dangling upside-down, feeling suddenly so very comfy and content.

It was so warm. So smooth and safe. So hot and sexy. The coils held her totally helpless, massaging her into sleepy submission, stroking and groping her ass. Lim had never felt so objectified.

And she had never felt such love as she stared helplessly into Celeste's eyes. The spirals assaulted her brain, pounded her mind with the promise of endless, irresistible pleasure. Submission.

"S-Stop," she whimpered, ears flattening to the sides of her head in fear. "Let me go. Let us go." She squirmed in her confines, but every movement she made felt sexual, and she couldn't help but rub her groin against the coils that had slipped between her legs—couldn't help but wonder if her squirming wasn't in part calculated to display herself wantonly for the lamia and Larya's enjoyment, to lure them into doing even more to her. As with Larya, the coil prison covered everything except her head, breasts and butt, and the latter two were still being heavily fondled.

"It's okay, Lim!" Larya reassured her, kissing Lim's neck. "It's okay. Good kitty. Gooood kitty." Her voice was soothing, pacifying, patronizing. "It's sooo much easier... mm... to just melt down... obey..."

Lim looked into Celeste's shimmering eyes, and the catgirl bit her lip. "No, Larya," she whispered, "w-we've gotta... gotta get away-eehee!" She was cut off in giggles as Larya's kisses started to descend down to her shoulders, her underarms, her ticklish sides, Celeste conspiring with Lim's bimbo temptress to pull away the coils, always exposing just the sliver of flesh Larya wanted to kiss.

"Just get all melty," Larya gushed, giggling, too, as she took merciless advantage of the ticklish spot only Larya knew Lim had, planting tender kisses and little strokes all over Lim's side. "Mmm... she'll make you feel soooo much pleasure if you're just... a good... little... kitten..."

"N-No, I'm not... you can't." Lim mewed her lust as the coils tightened, caressing her whole body with the gentleness of ten old lovers combined.

Larya started kissing lower. "Just get," she breathed, "all melty. And slutty. And mistress will let us be together!"

The wording of that gave Lim a brief pause.

'Let us be together'?

Just how long was this fey planning on...

But in a war between Lim's attention span around a complex thought and the need to mewl and beg like the horny bimbo she was, it was never a real contest. Oh, she struggled, she fought, but the concern slipped from her head like melting butter.

And all that was left of it was the molten mess.

And Larya was still kissing her, kissing Lim's side, making her giggle even worse than the pine dryads had... cooing teasing praise to her...

"P-Please," she whined, "please... please make me all melty!" Fully beyond making a show of defiance, the catgirl wiggled her ass, stared into Celeste's gorgeous eyes in utter devotion. "M-Make me... make me..." She choked on the word.

Celeste waited. Lim stared into those spiral eyes, quivering, waiting.

Waiting for Celeste to crush her will once and for all.

But now the lamia stayed silent. Celeste simply smiled slyly and continued to tighten her coils.

Lim stared imploringly into the spirals.

And at last, she realized that nothing here would be easy. The seconds ticked by as she struggled with herself. Struggled to say what she knew she shouldn't say, but Larya's fingertips were dancing along her sides, and Celeste was pinching a nipple and biting her lip seductively...

"Please," Lim whined, "d-do whatever you want! I'll..."

"You'll do anything," Larya cooed in her ear.

"I'll do anything!" Lim, squeaked, trying to hold in giggles as the fingertips tickled.

"Be anything," Larya added, punctuating the whisper with a kiss on the cheek.

Lim nodded obediently. "I'll be anything!"

"Even..."

Larya's words hung in the air. Lim swallowed.

"Even a pretty kittyslut," she mumbled, biting her lip and averting her eyes.

There was a pause.

Celeste leaned in close, and Lim felt the coils around her loosening. They worked quickly. In mere moments, she was dangling right-side-up from the coils, which were only wrapped around her waist now, but still caressing her rear.

And once again, Celeste was right in front of her, eyes swirling, lips curved upwards in a sultry smile.

Lim was exposed. Naked, save for her bow. Positively dripping, totally defenseless.

And though she couldn't tear her eyes from Celeste's beautiful eyes for even a second, she could plainly see that Celeste had a cock. A monstrous, beautiful cock pointed right at Lim's entrance.

Lim bit her lip, staring into Celeste's eyes, and nodded desperately.

And Celeste smiled. "Tell me," she purred, "that you are sssoooo grateful for thisss."

Her cock slid inside Lim. Lim's lips parted, and she let out a scream of pleasure as she was filled more fully than ever. She writhed in the coils' grasp, lost in the spirals even then. Larya covered her with kisses, cooing wordless love, wordless praise, wordless delight that Lim now understood.

And Lim did. Lim's eyes were wide with both ultimate joy and flustered panic as she realized she was in the grasp of no fey at all.

The pleasure was too good—too wonderfully, stickily, sinfully good. Every thrust seemed to turn Lim's mind a bit more into mush, fill her heart with a little bit more love, but it was too much.

The catgirl was staring into the eyes of a coil fiend.

Luckily, Lim knew exactly what a coil fiend was and how to fight them.

She'd studied them. Lim knew plenty about demons.

She moaned and mewled, lower lip quivering as Celeste pounded her, as Larya's arms wrapped around her. She knew what to do. She just needed a moment. A distraction.

"Come," Celeste said sweetly.

And Lim let out a squeal of pleasure as her climax soared inside her, flooding her brain with the chemicals to turn her every sensible thought into gooey-gooey love. She felt Celeste coming inside her, and knew she was being filled with pure, sweet corruption.

But she didn't care. Lim giggled, and wriggled, having totally forgotten whatever her plan had been. It was probably a silly one, anyways. She stared joyously into the eyes of her Mistress, and when Celeste asked her, sweetly, if she would like more, Lim knew just how to mew and bob her head.

After fucking her new kittytoy's brains out for a little bit, Celeste lifted both her and Larya up into the air, laid them both atop her coils, and let them slide down together.

Into their own sweet coil prison-for-two.

Lim barely noticed, because she was licking Larya out, mewing and moaning and lapping hungrily. Larya was facing the opposite direction, devouring her pussy's pussy with all the fervor of a dedicated worshiper.

Lim was drowning in bliss. She had no idea which way was up or down, which of them was right-side-up. She didn't need to know. Good slutty kittytoys just licked, and came, and obeyed. And when she found herself totally encased in the coil prison, she was overjoyed to keep licking, keep coming.

She was going to show Larya just who was the domme around here, the brainwashed catgirl thought with a giggle.

And her last half-sensible thought, before the pleasure and massaging coils melted her completely into a gooey-headed, begging, licking, suckling, squirming, giggling enslaved little slut, was a vague worry that her bow was going to get messy.

She'd dressed up so nice tonight, after all.

~ ~ ~ ~

Celeste smiled, watching the two wriggle and writhe. She couldn't even really see much of either of them, at this point, so soundly contained in their prison. But she could hear their moans. And she could sense their lust. And she could see that cute cat-tail twitching just outside of the prison, the only real clue to the occupants aside from breasts and asses.

She'd keep them in there for a little while. Maybe a few nights. Maybe, she thought with a giggle, a year or so. Get them nice and corrupted on each other. Make them her good girls.

Then again, she thought, licking her lips, it would be a shame to turn them into such thirsty sluts... and not make use of their new talents.

The demoness pinched a nipple and smirked.

She'd have plenty of time to decide. These two weren't going anywhere.