“Oh, you're just so cute and perfect just like this, aren't you, darlings?”

Senya mewled and suckled needily, clinging to Mommy's side and pressing his face deeper into her soft, warm breast. He bucked with a whimper as Kitten, down below, gave his drooling cock lick after lick with that velvety little tongue.

“There's Mommy's good little baby~” The silver-haired holstaur stroked his hair and giggled. “Just keep suckling. There's plenty for both of you.”

Bobbi, squished in beside him, suckled and moaned loudly. Her cries alternated with Senya's as Kitten took turns licking them.

“That's it. So nice and pleasuredrunk. Isn't that just lovely, darlings?”

All three of them whined in agreement. The carriage rolled along the bumpy road, but in Mommy's arms, everything was soft, everything was warm, everything was safe.

Senya looked up blurrily, gazing in adoration at Mommy's perfect, pretty face, her eyes shimmering with love... and smug, satisfied triumph.

* * *

Laca could have drifted into eternity in this sweet, syrupy prison of pleasure she'd made for herself. Eventually the carriage would stop, and she'd have to get out and give the silly little driver another taste, but that was hours away.

She smirked down at Bobbi and Senya. Bobbi especially was finally truly broken, nice and dumb and beaten at last. Laca cooed wordlessly, giggling as little baby Bobbi drooled and cooed back.

The carriage ground to a halt.

At first, Laca didn't really register it. The stop was gentle, a gradual slowdown, and she was quite occupied pampering her darlings.

But the steady rocking of the carriage had been very soothing. Slowly, it occurred to her that the rocking had stopped.

She looked up, her lazy smile sinking into a puzzled frown.

“Well, that's strange, isn't it?” she murmured down to her playthings. “Our driver shouldn't be remembering herself just yet.”

They barely noticed her words except to moan in agreement. Valina managed to look up at her, blinking heavy lashes.

Laca giggled and reached down, cupping Bobbi's chin and slowly pulling the former straw boss away. Bobbi's lips released Laca’s nipple with a pop. She stared up at Laca, eyes misty, lips parted and drooling a little extra milk.

“Bobbi, baby,” Laca cooed, “you wanna go see what's keeping the driver? Hmm? You wanna do that for Mommy?”

“Buh...” Bobbi blinked blearily.

Laca gave Bobbi a soft, tender kiss on the lips, then pulled back again.“You wanna be good for Mommy, don’t you?”

“Buh.” Bobbi blinked a bit faster, then nodded, letting a dumb smile spread across her drooling face. “Yes, Mommy!” she squealed.

Laca couldn’t help but smirk. Goodness, how the mighty, cocky, control-obsessed hob had fallen~

“Good girl~!” Laca stroked Bobbi's hair, then helped her up and pointed at the door. “Go check on the driver. If the little darling is starting to wake up, maybe you'd better send her back here for a deeper dose of Mommy's care~”

“Yes, Mommi!” Bobbi bubbled. She was still drooling a little as she rose to her feet and made her way out. She opened the door and, with one last longing glance at Laca's dripping nipple, stepped outside.

No sooner had she closed the door behind her than Valina crawled up, eyes wide and pleading. “Mewww?”

“That's right, babykitten!” Laca laughed, taking the broken catgirl by the chin and helping her to the now-unattended breast. “It's your turn for a taste, darling~”

“Mewww—mmf~!” With a look of pure adoration, Valina latched on and began to suckle.

Laca smiled distantly. She tried not to drift off too much, knowing she might soon need to bring the driver properly to heel, but the soft, prickly pleasure bubbled through her sweeter and swifter than she'd expected. Her little Kitten had such a nice, rough little tongue, and darling little Senya was so devoted, so perfect and mindless, and it was so pleasant, so easy to let her eyelids lower...

Distant noises pulled her back up to consciousness. She heard voices. Bobbi's voice and another, one she didn't recognize.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. With her foot, she reached out and nudged the door open.

She saw Bobbi standing out there on the front of the carriage, although she could only make out Bobbi's lower body thanks to Bobbi standing atop the crates. The driver was nowhere to be seen.

She heard Bobbi slur something—it sounded like, “But how are you back?”

It sounded like that, but wasn’t quite that, because it broke off in a choking sound. Laca saw Bobbi’s whole body tense.

Then she went flying up into the air. Before Laca even fully registered what had happened, Bobbi’s frantically kicking feet had disappeared from sight.

Laca heard a rustling up above. Sibilant laughter echoed down.

For a moment, Laca bothered to feel a little concerned. She gently pushed Senya and Kitten off of her and towards one another—they immediately started kissing, tasting the milk on each other's lips—and rose to her feet.

The holstaur had to tuck an arm under her bare breasts for support. They were bigger than her head, and while gravity usually didn't presume to give fey too much trouble over such things, she was unsteady from the hours of attention, and they were ponderous with thick, addictive milk.

She stepped outside as the woman descended from the trees, and instantly, Laca was no longer worried.

The woman was a lamia, as far as she could tell—although a truly vast one, with glittering coral-red scales trailing down a tail that seemed to loop and hang over every branch in the vicinity like a single enormous length of Solstice tinsel. She had a beautiful figure, with a slender waist, curvy hips, and decadent chest framed by flowing black hair. Her dark lips curved up in a smile as she regarded Laca, eyes glimmering in the forest shadows. “Well, hello, there, my sssweet~”

Laca smiled back, licking her lips, and gave her massive tits a happy little squeeze. “Hello to you, too, darling. And what might your name be?”

The ‘lamia’ licked her lips, and Laca noted multiple long forked tongues. Demon. That explained the crown of dark horns rising from atop her head.

“Celessste,” the demoness purred, her coils slowly lowering her in lazy mapleseed spirals until she was almost at eye level. “And yoursss, pet~?”

Laca tilted her head to the side, eyes half-closing in delight. “You can call me Mommy, babygirl~”

She gave her tits a languid squeeze, sighing as milk leaked from her sensitive nipples.

Oh, those seven tongues would feel just lovely when Celeste was happily suckling at Laca's breast like a good little implet.

Celeste just laughed. She swayed slightly in the air, her motions like a clock's pendulum. “Oh, can I? How adorable. Are you quite sssure you wouldn't rather be my coiled-up little bimbo udderssslut?” Her voice was sultry and soft, and it smoked like an incense stick—or a munition. “You'd be ssso pretty like that.”

“Oh?” Laca giggled, bouncing her breasts slowly together. She liked how Celeste's eyes followed them, even as the lamia continued to sway back and forth. Oh, she just loved the moment when a sub's eyes started to widen with hopeless need, then glaze over with dumb, adorable desire. Celeste's eyes were already fixated. It wouldn’t be long now. What a darling little plaything this fiend would make. “But don't you think I'm already pretty like this, darling? Maybe you should stare a little deeper.”

She slowly squeezed her breasts together, then bounced them up and down. She watched Celeste's eyes follow the motion. Up and down. Celeste's eyes were truly gorgeous, shimmering with pretty concentric circles of blue, green, and gold. Would their colors merge together when she was enspelled? They were already such big, pretty eyes. Laca couldn’t wait to see them widen in brief, fleeting alarm with the realization that Celeste was no longer in control~

“A little deeper,” Celeste repeated, her voice oozing sweetness as she stared. Her eyes seemed to swirl with colors as she swayed slowly to and fro, hanging right before Laca's eyes. “Deeper.”

“Deeper,” Laca agreed, blinking slowly. Celeste's eyes, still locked on her breasts, were certainly... pretty to look at. The circles seemed to slowly wind inward, like inverted ripples in deep pools of green, gold, blue...

“Deeper,” Celeste hissed, swaying slower and slower. Her eyes wound endlessly inward, drawing Laca's gaze... deeper and deeper...

“Deeper,” Laca repeated, dimly surprised at the faintness in her own voice. She felt herself swaying slightly. Oh. Is the little darling... trying to...

“Deeper and deeper,” Celeste purred. Her breasts swung with every sway, but Laca couldn't tear her gaze away from those eyes. She felt Celeste cupping her chin, forcing her to stare. Oh, those eyes were certainly... certainly... “Such a pretty thing.”

Laca swayed, then swallowed, feeling her cheeks reddening slightly. No, she didn't... exactly plan to come this far only to...

The eyes swirled. Spiraled. Oozed her out of herself, drawing her in deeper. Deeper beneath the comforting spirals as they wound above her, trapping her under, and all she could think of...

... was that those pretty, spiraling eyes certainly hadn't left her breasts this entire time.

…

Hm~

“You... you know, darling,” Laca said, slowly finding her words even as she continued to sink. She released one breast, allowing it to bounce free, and trailed one finger up over its vast, gentle curve, nails tracing around the freckles. “You do seem to like my breasts, don't you?”

“Mm...” Celeste licked her lips again. Seven forked tongues. Oh, this was a strong one. “You'll make sssuch a preciousss little bimbo titssslave for me~”

“I wonder,” Laca said softly, even as her whole fey spirit longed to sink deeper, deeper... “Did you by any chance give my darling Bobbi a little kiss before sweeping her off her feet~?”

Celeste was silent for a moment.

Laca's smile widened. “Do you know, darling,” she said silkily, tracing her finger in lazy spirals of her own encircling the leaking nipple, “my little Bobbi had just been drinking awwwfully deep. You may have tasted a little...” She gave her nipple a pinch. Milk dribbled out. “... sweetness on her tongue~”

Celeste smirked. But she also licked her lips, and Laca was sure she saw those lashes flutter ever-so-slightly. She was staring at Laca's breasts with naked, wanton desire.

“Maybe you'd like a deeper taste?” Laca cooed, giving the whole breast a languid squeeze. Her whole body shivered with pleasure, but it was nothing compared to the sight of the shiver passing through Celeste. “Just a little lick~?”

“Mm...” Celeste drifted closer, then back, as if briefly off-guard. She licked her lips again. “I... think I might jussst decide to ravish you ssstupid instead, my sssweet.” The swirling in her eyes intensified. “Wouldn't you like that better~?”

Laca's breath caught as those eyes pulsed with light. She felt herself drifting, her smile fading into a look of blankness as her feet took her stumbling closer. “Yes... I... w-would...”

Celeste's smile widened. “That'sss what I thought,” she said smoothly, reaching forward to cup Laca's cheek. “Sssuch a good little ssslave~”

Laca took a slow, steady breath, noticing Celeste's sweet scent. She managed to bring her smile back, even as the spirals tugged her deeper... deeper… “But... with what, I wonder~?”

“Hm~? Oh, would you like to sssee~?” Celeste laughed wickedly, reaching down past her hips. “Perhapsss my new bimbo ssslave needsss a good, long look~”

Laca slowly squeezed her breasts together. Then let them fall. “That sounds just lovely,” she purred.

Celeste's hand slipped down to her hips, and with a shimmering light, a massive, demonic cock sprang to life. Oh, she was so turned on. So desperate.

The poor thing~

“Do you like her?” Celeste asked silkily, making it bob back and forth. “Perhapsss you'd better take a good, long look.”

Laca felt a pressure, then a pulse in her head, and suddenly her eyes were moving down to stare at Celeste's throbbing, engorged cock.

And she smiled inwardly.

Celeste had been better off with the eyes.

It wasn't that Laca didn't appreciate cock inside her. She'd had fun with letting girls and boys drown themselves in pleasure, plunge into her, make themselves nice and weak and pleasure-drunk. But it was mostly a sweetness she gave to them. And though she didn't doubt that Celeste's cock would feel wonderful, nothing about it, not even its slow, gentle bob, its intense, promising throb, meant anything at all to her.

Except as the part of Celeste that would soon betray her~

“Oh, so pretty,” she cooed, making sure to keep her eyes nice and glazed as she swayed in place. “It's so... big...”

“Isn't it~?” Celeste purred, slowly grasping the cock and pumping up and down. She lowered down farther, stroking its tip, swinging it slowly from side to side. “Wouldn't my pretty little cow love to be a good little cockssslave for me~?”

“Oh... I sh-shouldn't...” Laca whimpered, licking her lips. She squeezed her breasts together,t hen let them fall. Squeeze and fall. Squish and bounce. “It... it's throbbing...”

“Oh, yessss.” Celeste kept pumping, her voice glowing with pleasure and lust. “A silly little bimbo cow cockssslave like you would just looove a pretty sincock breeding her all ssstupid for me, wouldn't she?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Laca whined, sinking to her knees. “Oh, is it throbbing for me? For... these?”

She squeezed her tits slowly together, pinching both nipples.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Celeste lick her lips, and there was a brief delay. “Yesss,” Celeste whispered. Pump, pump, pump. She was stroking faster. And she was lowering down, keeping her cock at eye-level—no, at tits-level. Perfect.

“It would feel soooo good to have it inside me,” Laca half-moaned. “Or... between them... letting your dumb little cow milk your big, strong cock...” Jiggle. Bounce. Squish.

“Ssssooo good,” Celeste agreed mockingly. But Laca could hear the hungry desire now in the fiend’s voice. “How pretty you would look down there, head bobbing,sssuckling your new Missstresss'sss beautiful, powerful...”

“Milk?”

The voice was small, almost indistinguishable. Celeste’s eyebrow arched as she glanced down at the speaker.

Valina had crawled out of the carriage and was on her hands and knees, staring wide-eyed at Celeste's engorged cock.

“Of course, Mistress,” Laca cooed, slowly, languidly squishing her tits together. “And I'm such a silly, dumb little bimbo... I'll do anything in my power to make you feel so, so good~”

“Oh, I'm... sssure...” Celeste hissed.

Laca noticed the demoness's voice acquired a distinct hitch to it when Valina's hot, wet mouth met her cock's tip.

“Only,” Laca said, smiling faintly, “that big cock seems like it could be the slightest disadvantage, don't you think?”

“Nnn...” Celeste bucked as Valina's eyes lit up. Laca could see her swirling her tongue around that throbbing cock, eyes rolling back into her head… “Oh, I... disssagree...”

“I'm sure you do,” Laca cooed. She watched Valina lick, suck, suckle, kiss, the catgirl's expression reverent as she lapped up every drop of precum she could find. “But it's just so very sensitive, darling... and I know a mighty demoness of Gluttony like you always hungers for more~”

“More,” Celeste purred, the fingers of her free hand interlacing in Kitten's hair—but not to push her off. She was still pumping. “Yesss, pet~”

“And it feels so good to pump,” Laca cooed. “To stroke, and rub, and thrust, even though every pump gets you a little... bit... dumber...”

“Ohh...” Celeste moaned softly, pumping into Valina's mouth. Her spiraling eyes were covered in the foggy glaze of heat as she drifted closer, forcing Valina to crawl backwards to keep her position. “A little... deeper...”

“Deeper,” Laca agreed with delight, swaying back and forth. She loved how Celeste's eyes watched her breasts, but she made herself focus on Valina's lewd display instead. Celeste was increasingly relying on Valina, using the catgirl's face gently, then more roughly. Kitten mewled at the treatment but took what she was given—deeper and deeper with every thrust. “Deeper and deeper… such a good girl...”

“Good girl,” Celeste husked, smiling down at her as she drifted closer.

Laca vaguely registered sounds coming from the carriage, slithering noises, but she couldn’t worry about that now. Celeste was so close to being hers. “That's right!” she giggled. “Oh, what a good girl for me. Deeper and deeper.”

“Ssswirling around and around...”

“Her tongue swirling, swirling...” Laca wasn't afraid of leaning into the spiral imagery now, not now that she wasn't looking into Celeste's eyes. Spirals and swirls were no danger to her as long as she didn’t let one catch her unawares. “Taking you in deeper and deeper with every... little... spiral...”

The slithering sounds continued, traveling in lazy circles around Laca. She dimly registered something odd about that, but she was too intently focused on groping her tits, on using them to break Celeste’s cute little mind. It felt so good to see a new plaything starting to sink under her spell. To spiral. To fall.

“Ssspiral...” Celeste hissed. “Around and around... dumb little bimbo...”

“Good girl. What a good girl~!” Laca beamed. “Getting so good... and dumb... for Mommy~”

“Mm~”

Out of the corner of her eye, Laca suddenly registered movement all around her.

And she had a moment for her eyes to widen before the tail that had subtly been circling her suddenly drew extremely taut.

She squealed as the coils snapped around her and snapped her up right off her feet.

It all happened in less than a second. Thrashing was useless—they’d already drawn tight, and they were much stronger than her. Laca squirmed helplessly, trapped in an undulating cocoon of tight, muscular coilage.

The holstaur wriggled, gasping from pleasure as she felt layer after layer of coils wrapping around her, fully solidifying her capture. She swallowed, finding herself suddenly forced—by a tail tip under her chin—to stare right into Celeste's big, swirling, spiraling eyes.

The coil fiend was laughing at her.

“Goooood,” Celeste purred, moving in closer.

“I...” Laca tore her gaze away. Her body might be captive, but her mind was not. But this was torture. Her massive tits were still exposed, but she couldn't reach them to grope them, to squeeze them, to hypnotize Celeste back under her power where she belonged. “I... a-AAH!”

The coils had tightened, smooth, pulsing scaly warmth sliding across her skin, squeezing her breasts, kneading them, massaging her whole body into submission. She squirmed hopelessly.

“What,” Celeste cooed, trying to catch Laca's gaze, ”do you think will happen when thisss cock ssslips inssside you, and pullsss out of jussst another dumb, sssin-enssslaved cock-addicted bimbo~?”

Laca panted, carefully avoiding Celeste's gaze as the coils groped and fondled her tits. "I think—a-aah!” Her voice broke into a cry as Celeste gave her nipple a pinch, flicked it, greedily groped the tit with the hand not currently using Kitten’s face like a living sex toy.

She wriggled and moaned as the coils tightened again, suddenly lifting her and twirling her fully upside-down. Vertigo took her, wild dizziness fully scattering the world below her.

As she descended, she realized too late what Celeste was up to as the coils brought her...

… right back to eye level.

Celeste's eyes shimmered. Flashed. Pulsed.

Spiraled.

“Mine," Celeste purred, her voice quivering with desperate lust. “Mine~”

Laca gasped and struggled. But she felt so dizzy. The eyes were so pretty, and try as she might, she couldn't look away. The circles spiraling inward pulled her like a planet's gravity, always drawing her gaze... back... deep…

… down...

The pleasure of her tits getting groped like this was too much. She whimpered, wriggled...

And Celeste laughed and took her in a deep, hungry kiss.

Laca squealed with surprise as seven nimble forked tongues snaked into her mouth and captured her own tongue, practically sliding down her throat. She felt Celeste's lips smack wetly, felt wet, gooey pleasure filling her mind as that hand pinched her nipple, tugged at it, made it leak... oh, it was unbearable...

Celeste pulled away with a wet pop. Laca swayed in midair, dizzied, dazed, and the spiral eyes recaptured her without a problem.

But the kiss had awoken something hungry in Laca. She... she needed...

“More," she moaned.

She needed more. More kisses. No, she needed...

A feral fey growl simmered inside the holstaur's chest.

She needed Celeste's pretty lips and sweet tongues on her nipple. Not later. Now.

Celeste laughed at her as the coils finished encircling Laca's figure, fully cocooning her, only Laca's tits and head exposed.

But she was still pumping past Kitten's soft lips. Laca could hear Kitten’s mewls, telling her the cock was still throbbing, flooding both Kitten and Celeste with dumb, oozing pleasure.

And Laca knew that above all else, what Kitten hungered for when pure, raw gluttony overtook her...

... was to tease.

Celeste gave Laca's tit another squeeze and purred in a sultry, smoky voice that made Laca's wits melt with need, “Tell me what you want, bimbo ssslave.”

Laca stared into those pretty, swirling, spiraling eyes, trembling as the coils and hands groped and fondled her, and whatever she’d just been thinking suddenly felt faraway and distant once again.

All except one word.

“I—" Laca squealed, cried out, thrashed. “I want more! More!”

“Beg.”

“Please! Pleeease!” Squirming felt so good. So unspeakably good. “Oh, please, take me! Use me!”

“Beg to be mine.”

“Make me yours!”

“Admit what you are.”

“I'm—” Laca hesitated.

The eyes swirled. Spiraled. Flashed. Strobed.

“I'm a dumb, brainless, enslaved bimbo udderslut!” she squealed.

“And… who was stronger?”

“You—” Laca nearly choked on her desire. "Y-You were, Mistress!”

* * *

Celeste pulled back to admired her lovely little prize. The dumb holstaur dangled upside-down, totally captured, those brainless tits bouncing, those eyes widened and lips parted in raw, stupid need.

Celeste slowly twirled the holstaur back upright—not that the bimbo would know the difference in her current state—and watched the holstaur squirm, thrash, spasm.

Those big, stupid slut udders rose and fell. Jiggled.

Bounced.

Celeste licked her lips.

The little whore must have kissed one of her pets earlier, because the taste of that milk was on Celeste's tongues anew. Gods, it was sweet. Sweet... creamy... pure...

She felt that little kittenslut mewling, moaning lewdly as those lips smacked and popped and slid up and down her length. A shiver of pleasure passed through her. The catgirl had somehow finally managed to take her entire length—the entire engorged throbbing sincock—and Celeste had to admit she was impressed. This little slut would make such lovely sport. At least, once Celeste was done training her ‘Mommy’.

But for now... She reluctantly pushed the kitten off of her, ignoring the pathetic pleading mews. The kitten could keep licking the tip all she liked for now, but Celeste's cock had a more important target for corruption right now.

She watched the massive tits bounce, jiggle, squish. She made her coils squeeze them, knead them. She could feel how soft they were.

And Laca's moans of hopeless desire were... exquisite.

… oh, to Hell with it. Celeste moved in closer, her cock throbbing as the kitten abandoned it completely. She barely noticed. The tits were squishing together so nicely, rising and falling almost heedless of gravity…

“Maybe...” The ghost of the taste lingered on her tongue. “Jussst… a little tassste before I make you mine...”

She felt the catgirl guiding her slightly forward. That seemed unimportant, though. This holstaur was basically hers already. No harm in... indulging... a little more...

“Yes, Mistress...” she heard the holstaur slurring. “Just... a little... taste~”

Celeste had only a moment to think about the smugness in the little slut’s voice before her lips latched on unthinkingly to the holstaur’s nipple.

And in the next moment, pure, rich, weighty sweetness coursed onto her tongue.

Celeste’s eyes widened. Her pupils narrowed to slits. Pure, exquisite pleasure dazzled her tongue and spotted her vision.

And as she heard the holstaur giggling, then gasping, then moaning...

Celeste's tongues started to lick and lap and flick at the nipple as she began to suckle, gulping down milk.

“Good Mistress,” she heard the holstaur gasp. “Oh, good... little... girl...”

Celeste suckled, panting, coils tightening. It was like liquid pleasure. She needed more. More.

She heard the holstaur giggle. “There’s… there’s Mommy's... good little… b-ba—AAAH~!”

Celeste's cock had thrust into her. At the same time, her coils had tightened, choking off the words.

Mine, the demoness thought with smug, evil glee, even as the mind-melting pleasure rose like a tsunami inside her. All mine!

* * *

Mine, the holstaur thought with sly, satisfied triumph, even as the soul-shattering pleasure sang like a storm inside her. All mine~

* * *

Kitten watched as the pair dangled in the air, moaning, each lost in the other's embrace. One needlily suckled, clinging as desperate and infatuated as a newborn. The other was bound and gasping, pleading without words left to plead with, moaning in dumb, broken pleasure.

She pouted.

Well. I guess I'll just, like, go suckle little Senya's dummy cock until they, um... figure that out.

And she crawled back into the carriage, licking her lips in anticipation.