The mundane and natural serpent is a fairly unremarkable creature. Her slit-pupil eyes, while striking, possess no particular power save to block sand and dust without closing. A transparent eyelid doesn't cut it in a variety of situations, but a standard viper or garter snake has no need for anything more fancy. And they are too stupid to resent that. Snakes are slow. Snakes are simple.

"Slow and simple," Limini cooed, stroking the lovely woman's cheek as her eyelids fluttered and little gasps slipped from her, "slow and simple."

"S-Slow," the lamia whimpered, and her transparent eyelids fluttered desperately. Her eyes were, to Limini's vision, blank white orbs. Her skin was a deep bronze, her black hair done up in elaborate hanging braids. 'Ssssimple..."

Limini smiled, pouring her magic into her victim. Down below, her left hand petted the lamia's flat tummy, rubbed over the loosening coils that even now held her in more of a feeble, needy grip than a tight constriction. Her hands tingled with power as the lamia's tail grew looser and looser, her lovely dark lips quivering with delight.

"Ain't that nice?" the bounty hunter purred, leaning in to plant a little kiss on the lamia's cheek. The fey whipered and nodded as her lips conveyed even more brainwashing power into her. "Ain't you a good li'l squirmy worm for Limini?"

"Uuuuh..." The lamia's head lolled. "Sssssquirmy..."

Limini loved this moment, when her prey finally gave in fully. It was almost as delicious as the moment where her prey started to repeat what she said, which had happened about five minutes ago. Once they were repeating what you said, it was all over. She only wished she could see the lamia's dreamy, glazed-over green eyes. But work before pleasure.

"Everything moves so quick 'round you, sugar," she purred, petting the lamia's hair, "an' you're just a dumb, slow, simple serpent! Poor li'l thing. All it takes is a sunbeam to get you turnin' to a soft, squishy mess."

In the shadows, the lamia stared at her, visibly shaking with effort of resisting.

Limini's grin widened as she slowly leaned forward, pushing them both out of the tree's shadow and back onto the boulder - and right into the sunlight.

The lamia sank back with a moaned, "Mmmessss..." and practically melted onto the hot stone. She blinked up at the human mindweaver, and any semblance of shame or fear had given way to pure adoration - and happiness that she had so underestimated her would-be plaything.

Limini lickled her lips. That's two down. She glanced up, tongue in her cheek, gauging the sun. I've got four hours til sundown. The first one's rock'll be coolin' off in... maybe an hour after that. Time for one more.

Limini nodded and sat down on the boulder beside the sleepy, submissive beastfey, giving a slight smirk. She reached down and delicately stroked the lamia's cheek, admiring her elegant work. Many mindweavers just used the term 'mindweaving' as a catch-all, but Limini was an artist. The magic was strong enough to hold any victim tight, but delicate enough to be modified or removed for a new master. Someone would pay good money for this woman as a slave.

Some would call Limini a bad person, and many had tried to stop her over the years. But Limini was a Western Plains cowgirl, and a former employee of the Milky Baroness. Fey were just fey. They weren't really people. Besides, they all thanked her for this in the end. The slime girl bound in Limini's bottle at her hip begged to thank her every night.

And she was a professional. Nothing got in her way, and she didn't have any weaknesses to exploit like others in the business. This was no time to play, tempting as this sundrunk snakegirl was.

"Tell me, little worm," she said softly, continuing to stroke the lamia's cheek as she whimpered and whined. "Who else is in this forest? Any other lovely snakes like you in the area?"

"Um..." Seyvia blinked rapidly, her eyes half-closed as the warm sun shone down upon her. Her green scales glittered beautifully. "I... uh-huh..."

"Good girl," Limini encouraged, sending sweet little pulses of pleasure into her captive. "You're being very good. Where are they?"

Seyvia hesitated, and guessing she was struggling with the idea of betraying her friends, Limini cheated a little with her other hand, playing with her breasts.

"W... waterfall..." the lamia cried, her voice distant. "She's... g-gopher snake..."

"Gooood," Limini encouraged, though she already knew about that one. Poor Tenifer was basking on the waterfall shore right now, eagerly awaiting Limini's return. "Who else?"

Seyvia hesitated again. Limini flicked and pinched her nipples, savoring her little squeaks, happily tormenting her until she whispered, "Th-thicket. Rose thicket. East. But - "

"Gooooooood," Limini sang, and poured even more lovely sensation into the shaking serpentwoman. "Good girl. Is she a mage like Tenifer was?"

"N-No..." Seyvia mumbled, her voice hoarse with excitement. "But... she's, um... you can't... m-mustn't..."

Limini was getting seriously turned on, and she decided it was time to cut this short before she got carreied away. "Silly girl," she breathed, stoking Seyvia's hair. "Don't worry. I won't hurt your friend."

"But she's - "

"You'll be together again soon," Limini cooed, leaning close. "You're gonna sleep now, alright, sugar?"

"Buh... but..." Seyvia's eyelids were drifting closed as Limini admired those wide, pale eyes. "Sh-She's not... not..."

"Shh. Be a good girl. Take your goodnight kiss." Limini pressed her lips to Seyvia's and poured in one last flow of sleepy bliss, moaning against her.

Seyvia's moan slowly trickled into soft whines, then tiny sounds, then nothing. She went limp, her eyes closing at last.

Limini puled back and smirked, leaping to her feet. She turned to a nearby tree and started taking back down her equipment and clothes.

Two down. One to go.

~ ~ ~ ~

Limini almost skipped through the sunny Maple Wood as she sought out the meadow. Things were going well. Ever since the close call with the slime girls a month ago - it was a month, right? - she'd been a lot more cautious in her captures. She didn't want any more near misses. The Pale Eye Pendant she wore around her neck hadn't been cheap, but up against lamias... well, Limini could resist a lamia, but she was done with silly risks.

Wearing the Pendant, Limini literally couldn't see eyes - not even her own in a mirror. All eyes appeared as blank white orbs, like reality was a collage and she'd cut holes everywhere. Creepy, but effective at preventing hypnosis.

She'd installed another precaution, at her ex-employer's light suggestion. She couldn't quite recall visiting the Milky Baroness since the slime girls, so she supposed this was old advice. She'd placed in her own brain a self-trigger around the words "good girl", which would automatically cause her magic to give her a bit of a jolt whenever someone else said the words. It was unpleasant. Like vertigo. And triggers were sort of a problem for some, since they created a light toll on the caster's mind, but she was careful to refresh the spell regularly so it didn't overtax her. And it was worth it to eliminate that risk.

The grass shone like emeralds up ahead, and Limini guessed that this was the clearing. She grinned as she entered, admiring the view.

The Maple Wood was known for three things: Its maple syrup slime girls, which she had carefully avoided, its lamias, and its sugar glider girls. The woman lying in the center of the verdant, glimmering glen had big, pointed ears and a long, fluffy gray tail. Her eyes were large and white, with mask-like markings around them. Her tongue lolled out as she lay back and wriggled, mouth open to receive the dripping sap from a tap nailed into a branch high above.

Limini smirked and strolled in. This was the lamia's pet, no doubt, kept in line with sugar and spirals and everything nice. Sugar gliderfolk were infamously weak for all kinds of sugar, even maple sap straight from the trees. Left alone, they could brew that stuff into potent concoctions to secure equally sugary playmates - but who could leave such a pretty thing alone?

"Hey, there, sugar," she said, giggling slightly as she reached down and stroked the glidergirl's soft, silky hair. "Where's your missus?"

"Uh... ah... gah..." The glidergirl clearly couldn't speak. She just whimpered, eagerly receiving the sap from above. She was a mess from it, her whole buxom form dripping with sap that had missed the mark - her cheeks and breasts were particularly messy.

Limini chuckled and let the beastfey go, rising to her feet. Maybe later. Glidergirls weren't as high on her priorities, though it would have been nice to get a look at those no-doubt glazed, spiraling eyes...

Hearing a soft impact, Limini turned around. Behind her had dropped a length of crimson serpentine coil. The scales glistened and almost glowed in the sunlight.

She heard another soft impact, and adjusted her hat as she noticed the coils slowly spilling around her. They were particularly long - she'd never seen a lamia quite that size before. "Well, there you are."

There was one last impact, and she turned with a knowing grin as a truly lovely creature descended to the ground between her and the glidergirl. The lamia had a very large mouth, and pillowy, kissable lips that would make a milk kitten jealous. Her skin was a pale coral-red. She had a lovely round face, a cute button nose, and a ripe, buxom form. Her wide hips gave way to long, serpentine scales which shimmered a deep fire brick-red.

"Hi there," the serpent woman purred, her enormous eyes a perfect blank white as she smiled back at Limini. Her coils started to slither around her, drawing closer and closer. "A pleassssure to meet you."

Limini licked her lips. "Oh, the pleasure's all mine."

~ ~ ~ ~

"Well, then," the serpentwoman said, her voice sibilant and sweet as pouring sugar. "What have we

here?"

She wound around Limini almost faster than she could react. The coils drew tighter. "A cowgirl, is it?" She laughed, the tip of her tail flicking her hat down over her eyes.

Limini reached up and adjusted her hat, biting her lip. She tried to make a show of stammering. "I-I, um... Limini. My name's Limini, I mean."

"Limini." The creature pronounced the name with such attention, it might as well have been orgasmic. "My name is Celessste." She fluttered her eyelashes, leaning in slightly, giving Limini a nice, inescapable view of eyes that probably would have been a little overwhelming if she could see them. "What bringsss you to my humble home?"

Limini blinked rapidly, allowing a fake glaze to enter her eyes. She swallowed. "I... I don't, um..." She could feel the coils slipping over her feet, slowly sliding up her ankles. They were very warm - had this lamia been sunning herself? They had an almost vibrant quality to them, like the lamia was purring, and felt very soft and gentle as they slipped over her knees. "... remember?" she whimpered.

"Aw." Celeste tutted, shaking her head. Limini made sure to move her own head in time with Celeste's. It was the little details that sold it. "Sssilly girl. You don't remember why you're here?"

"Um." Limini tried to look uncertain as she slipped her mind outward, testing Celeste's mental defenses with the gentlest of touches. A genuine look of uncertainty struck her, though, as she made contact.

Most mortal mental defenses felt like walls, or fences - solid barriers she had to punch through or slip between. Most fey mental defenses felt like hedges, forests, or vines - shifting and living barriers that would recover quickly and catch her up if Limini didn't carefully root them out.

But Celeste's mind felt like fire. Trying to establish mental contact was like trying to reach into a fire for a burning log - panicky and intense, almost painful. She pulled back quickly with a whimper.

Celeste didn't seem to have noticed. She continued to slowly wind around her, grinning as the coils got tighter and tighter, slowly climbing up her legs, riding up her short skirt. She wasn't a lamia at all. She was a fiend - some kind that Limini didn't know about. Her heartrate quickened.

And Celeste seemed to feel that and misinterpret it, because she cooed in sympathy. "Aw, don't worry, Limini." She stroked her head, not unlike how Limini had stroked the glider's a moment ago. "I'm sure we can remember together, can't we?"

"Uh... y-yes." Limini was off-balance now, but she recovered quickly. Those gleaming white orbs still dominated her gaze, and as long as they did that, it meant she still thought Limini was hypnotized. She swayed slightly - returning to Celeste's gentle rhythm - and reached her magic through those coils again. "Together..."

She wasn't really listening. She was checking this fire. Limini had caught lust sprites before, and to be sure, their defenses were nothing like this - more like a ring of torches you could step between than a blaze - but the same principles applied. She circled around Celeste's mind even as she slowly rotated, feeling a little dizzy as she kept pace. It wasn't a log in the center of the blaze. Behind the fire, Celeste's will was soft, malleable, like a piece of maple candy. She licked her lips. She just had to be slow and gentle, gradually work her way in.

"My eyes help you remember, don't they?" Celeste breathed, and Limini nodded, staring into those rather boring white eyes. "Yesss. Sssoooo easy to get lossst, isn't it, cowgirl?"

"Lost..." Limini moaned. Her mind was mirroring Celeste's motions, slowly coiling around Celeste's will, working her way sideways through the intense defenses. It was too easy - the more skin Celeste wrapped around, the easier it was to slip inside her mind. She just needed time. "Oh, yes..."

"Mm... they jussst draw you deeper and deeper, don't they?" Celeste smirked. "Ssspiraling around and around and around..."

"... and around and around..." Limini echoed softly.

"Ssssuch pretty eyes, aren't they?" Celeste was doing a poor job of hiding her triumph. Limini wondered if she'd ever caught such an 'easy' victim before. "Aw, little cowgirl. You remind me of my sssweet Bobbi. Sssooo eager to get lossst ssstaring..."

"Uh-huh..."

"Aren't my eyes wonderful?" Celeste cooed.

"Uh-huh..." Limini was starting to feel the intensity fade. She was almost in. "Pretty... s-so pretty..."

"Tell me how pretty they are." Celeste leaned in close. "Tell me, my sssweet," she hissed, "and infinite pleasssure will be yours."

"Um..." Limini had been tuning her out, and wasn't really paying attention. "Beautiful... spirals... gleaming like, um... spiraling... rubies..."

There was a pause. Limini dimly registered that they had stopped their rotation. She felt dizzy from it all, but she was starting to close in. Once she could start pouring in bliss, it wouldn't matter if Celeste was a demon, fey or undead - she would be putty at Limini's fingertips.

"Rubies?" Limini dimly registered that Celeste sounded... puzzled.

"Mm... yes..." She couldn't stop now. The coils were getting tighter, and she was just about ready -

"But my eyes are green."

Limini blinked.

"Oh. U-Um, I meant..." Celeste's eyes were narrowing. "Red emeralds. Those happen. Mm... so lost in your spirals..."

"Hm." Celeste rose up slightly, peering down at Limini. She wondered if she looked as flushed as she felt, caught beneath the demon's stare, in her tight, hot coils. She knew she was sweating.

But then Celeste giggled. "You mussst be colorblind," she purred, batting her eyelashes. If Limini had been more alert, perhaps she would have wondered why Celeste would flutter her eyes when she was trying to hypnotize her, but this thought, like many others, slipped away into her filing system as she began weaving a web to trap this demon properly.

"Uh-huh... must..." Limini nodded as Celeste's head bobbed up and down. She was in! She could feel the demon's vulnerable little will - so small, for such a powerful fiend! Were all demons so vulnerable behind the blaze?

"It mussst be hard to focusss," the demon whispered, as Limini felt herself being lifted up into the air, "with those colorsss just... bouncing around inside your little head."

"Mm... hard to focus..." Limini was almost totally tuning the demon out, and it took her a moment to remember to keep repeating random strands. Part of her was already wondering what to do with this one once she was captured. Would the buyer pay extra for a 'variant' lamia? Could she even pass Celeste off as a normal fey? Probably not, but with enough brainwashing, all of that demonic energy would bounce right off as far as ordinary magical examination was concerned.

She wove her spell tighter and tighter, carefully patching together and cutting away 'knots' and 'holes' in the craft. On the other hand, someone would doubtless pay good money for a 'snake succubus' as beautiful as Celeste. Those jiggling tits alone could fetch a fortune, the way they bounced and quivered, so round and soft.

Celeste's voice was sweet too, sweeter than most lamias', as she went on and on (oblivious to Limini's impending spell) about how hard it was to focus on her eyes, blah blah, boobies too nice and bouncy, making her brain all soft and jiggly. A very sweet voice. Easy to nod off to. Easy to bob your head to, just nod along with the bouncing breasts.

Limini wondered if those breasts produced milk. That thought made even her mouth water - the thought of clinging to Celeste, of pressing quivering lips to those nipples and drinking greedily, needily, begging with moans and whimpers.

No doubt it would fetch a... a high price. For a client. Limini nodded dreamily as Celeste rambled on and on, getting ready to draw the final line and pull the webbing tight.

"... and that'sss good, isn't it?" Celeste hissed, her smile wide as her hands bounced her breasts together. Limini felt her brains bouncing with them, her head bobbing to and fro. "That'sss ssssooo good! Isn't it?"

Limini nodded, watching the breasts sway.

"Sssay 'uh-huh'."

"Uh-huh," she mumbled. Her spell was on the tips of her fingers as she felt it starting to flow through her into Celeste's open, vulnerable mind...

"And it's sssooo hard to focus," Celeste cooed, "on that ssspell when my pretty breasts just..." She gently rose and fell, and Limini's mind felt like it was doing somersaults in the water as they bounced about, gravity-defying. So smooth and perfect.

"Bounce," Limini whispered.

Dimly, she realized she'd lost her grip on the spell. Carefully, she took hold of it again. Something was bothering her - something about what Limini had said - but all the more reason to focus, right? Maybe Celeste's soft warmth was starting to get to her, and it was important to finish the spell before... Before Celeste realized her eyes weren't working.

"Bounce," Celeste agreed, smiling. Limini couldn't see her eyes. Not really. Just that wide, amused smile and those lovely, intoxicating, massive tits in front of her. Bouncing.

Dimly, Limini realized she'd lost the spell again. Her breath caught slightly as the coils slipped up to her waist and she struggled to recover control, to keep it from slipping away. She barely caught it this time.

Her grip felt so soft. Her focus kept bouncing about, and the spell was so very delicate, she worried she might tear it. She stared into Celeste's perfect, wonderful breasts, and bit her lip. Wait. Wait, this was...

"Ssssooo hard to focusss on your magic, isn't it?" Celeste whimpered sympathtically, her fingers tickling Limini's chin, forcing her to continue gazing into her cleavage. Limini stared helplessly, admiring the little freckles dotting the demon's chest above her breasts, the big, pert nipples no doubt full of lovely milk for her... "Sssoo hard... when I just bounce and bounce and bounce!"

She giggled, bobbing back and forth rapidly. Limini's mind spun and jiggled and quivered as her head lolled from side to side, her eyes following the tits helplessly, like they were glued to them. She whimpered. The spell started to slip away into the shadows of her mind.

This... was bad. Right? Staring into those tits, it was hard to imagine it could be anything but wonderful. and that was very, very bad.

She was rising into the air now, alongside the swaying Celeste. The coils around her were loosening until there was just a single loop around her waist.

Celeste smirked down at her as she stared, practically drooling, at the closest breast - absurdly large, swaying and jiggling closer and closer. "Uh," she whimpered, but tearing her eyes away only settled them on the other. "No. Um. Oh." She was short of breath, the loop tight around her abdomen, pushing her own breasts up. She was flushed, hot, sweaty.

Thirsty.

"No," she repeated stubbornly, biting her lip. "You won't... if you think I'm gonna..." Slowly, she felt herself settling down, slipping onto a... it felt almost like a seat, she reflected vaguely, watching the tits swing, letting her eyes follow them almost mindlessly. "I'm not gonna.. gonna..."

A seat of coils, wrapping around her. Vibrating. Squeezing her hips. Massaging her ass, relaxing her. It felt so... so good. A coil slipped over her shoulders, letting her lie back. Her eyelids fluttered until all she could see were those two heaving udders.

"... give in?" Celeste asked, her voice soft and sweet in Limini's ear.

"... yeah," Limini mumbled, her lips parting as the breast came closer and closer. Celeste smelled so... sweet. Like maple syrup? Maybe like maple syrup.

Would she taste as good?

She tried to tell herself to stop, tried to remind herself that this was bad, very very bad. But her concerns just melted away at the sight of Celeste's beautiful tits. It was like a thick, milky fog hung around them, and the closer they got, the deeper that fog slipped around Limini, blanketed her, soothed her silly, sleepy mind.

"Go on," Celeste said softly, and Limini realized the nipple was right in front of her now. "Go on. Don't you want a taste, little cowgirl?"

"Mm... taste..." Limini's thoughts were so sloshy. So slushy. So soft and nice and jiggly and mushy. She leaned in, licking her lips, longing for just the slightest kiss, and then she'd pull away, she'd resist, she'd take charge, honest... honest...

"Good girl," Celeste cooed as Limini's lips pressed against her tit. "Good girl."

Limini's eyes shot open. A jolt bolted through her mind like a sudden drop, like a hypnic jerk. Wakefulness surged through her mind like a swarm of angry hornets into one ear and through to the other.

With all her arcane might, she seized control of the feeble remains of her spell and shoved it into Celeste. No elegance, no weaving. There were almost tears of desperation in her eyes. All pretense at artistry melted away in sheer panic, and she forced her magic in like a brute-force enchantress.

Celeste's eyes widened. Her mouth opened.

"RELEASE ME," Limini screamed.

Celeste's coils loosened. The demon released a sound like rain on a bonfire.

PLEASURE, Limini willed, scrambling out of the coils like a chick from its eggshell. She fell to the ground, whimpering, and stumbled for cover as the lamia moaned.

She spared one look. Just one. Celeste was facing away from her, writhing on the ground, almost as pathetic-looking as the sugar glider behind her.

Her gaze lingered on that beastfey, still staring up into the canopy, her eyes so blank and big and white... her breasts so full, dripping with maple sap...

Her spell was beginning to fade. She could already tell - what she'd done wasn't lasting long without reapplication. Celeste's moans were giving way to laughter, and the serpent demon rolled onto her back and smiled up at her.

With a wordless cry, Limini turned and bolted for the edge of the clearing. She could already see coils draped over the branches ahead, and panic jolted through her with a more crooked path than her heartbeat. There was no way out. No way out.

Pure instinctive terror took over, and spotting a hollowed log, she dove inside - not even caring that she was getting her clothes filthy, for it was cold and damp and muddy - and started crawling, praying that it would buy her enough time to get to the other side and run.

"Oh, little moussse," sang a venomously sweet voice. Limini's breaths were short and ragged as she heard slithering, and then the log she was in lurched up into the air. She gave a shriek of pure terror.

She scrambled to keep from immediately spilling out as the log dipped to an angle. Slithering and sibilant laughter surrounded her, echoed into the log. She felt like a cornered animal, and she stared up at the top of the log in pure terror as a pair of pretty white eyes met hers.

Celeste didn't seem angry. The demon seemed almost overjoyed, overcome with delight. Her smile was sly, smug, possessive. Limini's cheeks burned with humiliation as she admired her trapped pet.

"Sssilly girl," she cooed. "Aw, you barely fit in that little log."

Limini stared helplessly up, her mind racing with bad choices. She could try to drop out the bottom, but surely the lamia would catch her - but her arms were getting tired. She could try to cast another spell - the tentacles, maybe - but her magic was so horribly weak without skin-to-skin contact...

She yelped as she felt something prodding her rear. It was the demon's tail, caressing her ass, admiring it. "Doesn't even come clossse to fitting," Celeste purred. "No wonder you got ssstuck."

Limini bit her lip. Her ass was not that big, was it? She wasn't stuck. She was -

She was letting the demon make her self-conscious. She swallowed, trying desperately to quell her schoolgirl blush, but Celeste was laughing at her. She tried to reach back and swat the tail away, but she couldn't fit her hand back there, and that only made her laugh harder.

And then the log went vertical, and Limini spilled out with a little, "Eep!"

They were very high up, she realized. Ten meters off the ground, maybe, and the clearing below looked very far away. She was only in the air for a moment, though, before the coils caught her safely, almost gently, plucking her from the air like a fruit from the vine. Those warm, vibrant red coils wrapped around her ass, vibrating and massaging again, easing her into their clutches as they encircled her legs, trapped her arms. She whimpered up as Celeste descended upon her with a greedy smile.

"Sssilly moussse," she purred, circling around Limini, her breasts jiggling and swaying. Limini was spun around in the coils, struggling not to relax completely even as the massage made her every muscle feel so... so weak, so nice and sleepy... "You don't want to run away from me. You want more."

"N-No." Limini swallowed. "I. Um." She realized she was talking just like she had when she'd been pretending to be hypnotized, pretending to be a silly, weak-willed slut, but she just couldn't... couldn't... "I, um, don't..."

"More," Celeste sighed, wrapping coil after coil around Limini. She was so dizzy. She couldn't look away from Celeste's wonderful, soft, jiggly bosom. "Always more, my ssssweet. Oh, you look just like Bobbi when you're needy."

"N-No," Limini whimpered. "Not. Needy." Her head lolled back and forth, watching the boobies sway. "Nn."

Celeste giggled, leaning in close. "You neeeeed me," she said softly, "to undressss you. You want to touch me." Her coils rolled and kneaded Limini's tense frame, forcing her to relax, to ooze into their clutches, into the fiend's lovely embrace. "Ssskin-to-sssskin."

Limini blinked rapidly as she felt her leather coat being casually plucked away from her, like she was unwrapping a present. She shook her head desperately, whining, as the tail's tip and Celeste's delicate fingers worked in tandem to ease the coat off her.

"Very pretty," Celeste murmured, her hands running over Limini's bare arms, stroking her bare skin. "Doesn't this feel nice?"

"I... I..." Limini's eyelids fluttered. The petting felt wonderful. But she... she had to fight it, no matter how nice it felt to have Celeste's coils squeezing and groping and massaging her ass, vibrating, warm and gentle and... gripping... "Um..."

Celeste laughed as her fingers slipped over Limini's blouse, and she only had a moment of shock before it was pulled over her head in a blink. "Let's get these lovely prettiesss out in the open for me," she sang, running a single finger over Limini's cleavage. "Ooh, ssso pretty. Almost as pretty as mine. Isn't that right, sssweetie?"

Her smile was sly and knowing. Limini barely registered it, could barely even register the wicked fingertips. Her eyes were wide, and her lower lip was quivering with barely-contained whimpers and moans. She felt so relaxed, but Celeste's wonderful, jiggling tits, bouncing against each other, big, glorious udders swaying in time with Limini's swaying mind, her swaying head...

She felt her lacy bra being slipped away from her, and heard Celeste cooing in delight as her tits fell free. She quivered as a fingertip grazed over each of her pert little nipples.

"Sssooo pretty," Celeste breathed. "If only you could look away from my booby trap, hmm? But they're jussst sssoooo pretty. Sssoft and sssquishy, like your nice little thoughtsss."

"S-Soft," Limini squeaked, as she felt her trousers sliding away from her, almost being torn away as the coils continued to wriggle, so lovely, making her feel so relaxed and soft and squishy...

She lay back helplessly in the coils' embrace, totally limp, only her mind still tense and straining against the increasingly tight grip around it. And then she realized the only thing she was wearing was her narrow, pathetically revealing thong, and she stared miserably, cheeks as hot as matchsticks, into the demon's pale eyes.

"Ssso cute," the demon hissed, delicately slipping her panties away from her, groping her ass greedily as she did so. Limini's muscles were too relaxed, stroked and massaged into submission, to even squirm too much. "Sssuch a nice, lovely plump rear, my sssweet Limini. And sssuch lovely panties."

She giggled, lifting the thong to Limini's eyes, which made her gaze slip momentarily from her quivering bosom. "Perhapsss I'll keep this pretty thing," she teased. "You don't mind, do you?"

Limini tried to speak, tried to curse, but only a squeak came out as the coils tightened slightly and vibrated lovingly.

"Really, now," Celeste said, circling around her. Limini felt so dizzy, so soft, that she struggled just to keep up with the serpent's motions, to not let her become a mere blur of pleasure and devotion... "You're sssso much more lovely without all of those... wrappingsss. Don't you think?"

Limini babbled and stammered, desperately trying to hold in the words, trying to hold in everything, trying to hold herself together through sheer will even as the boobies bounced and squished her thoughts into nothing but mush.

"Even thisss," Celeste said softly, and Limini felt her delicate fingers stroking over her neck.

And then she realized what Celeste was looking at.

"No!" she cried, squirming with newfound panic, struggling to muster even the barest spell. "No, no, n-"

Celeste snapped the necklace off of her and pulled it away. The Pale Eye Pendant sent up sparks as she dangled it mockingly in front of her. "Aw, what's thisss?" she cooed.

Limini tried to shut her eyes, but she couldn't seem to... to look away from those jiggling... perfect... quivering...

It slowly sank into her that her eyes had drifted up reluctantly into those beautiful, spiraling green rippling pools of pure, gorgeous color.

Her lips parted.

"Oh," Celeste said softly, her eyes growing imperceptibly wider, "oh, my sssweet, is that what it is?" She glanced mischievously at the pendant.

For a moment, Limini was free. For a moment, she was looking at nothing hypnotic at all. She just stared, entranced, as the lamia took the pendant in her hand and slowly crushed her last hope of escape. And there was something so lovely and hypnotic about realizing that she was truly, absolutely fucked.

Celeste's eyes returned to hers and began a slow, gentle, rippling spiral. She leaned in with an indulgent smile. "No wonder you didn't like my eyesss before!" she said sympathetically, stroking Limini's cheek. "Poor thing. Aren't you glad you can sssee them now?"

"Uh." Limini bit her lip as hard as she could, but even that small attempt at rebellion melted away as she found her mouth opening wide, found the lamia kissing her sweetly, melting away all semblance of resistance as those eyes poured verdant submission into her. She moaned into the kiss, melted into the eyes just an inch or two from hers. The demon's many, many little forked tongues entwined greedily around hers, tickling the inside of her mouth, and she distantly realized there was poison on them.

She nearly swooned into the kiss, overcome with delight.

Celeste pulled back, giggling. She was almost shimmering with glee. "Sssso," she said with a smirk, "thisss is who you truly are. I knew there had to be a trick. Sssilly girl."

Awareness drifted back into Limini, but broken-up, frail and battered. "Uh. Uh-uh." She shook her head weakly. She looked into those deep, spiraling green eyes, trying to remind herself that this was bad, this was very bad, Limini was a very, very bad girl - oh, no, not that...

"But the worst part is," Celeste growled, her smile turning a bit mischievous, "by making sssuch a fussss... do you know what you did?"

"... ah?" Limini wriggled slightly in unwanted pleasure as the coils rolled and massaged her. She felt so relaxed. But she had to resist that! Somehow. Even though all she felt like she wanted was to be a weak, pliant, melty little pet.

Celeste rose and fell with a little cooed giggle, her hands emphasizing her chest. "You gave me two ways to help you sssslip," she sang.

Limini found her eyes slipping back to those tits. She moaned softly, mouth agape, lost in wonder at their soft, jiggly, mountainous...

"And bounce back up," Celeste continued in singsong, and brought her hands back up. Limini felt her eyes unwillingly trail those fingers, and at a certain point, the rippling whirlpool of colors drew her back to those lovely, endless, beautiful... eyes...

"Nice and ripply," Celeste said, and it felt like praise, and Limini shivered with delight. Vaguely, she registered she was moving, was being released from her coil seat confines, was rising higher into the air. "Nice and dreamy. Sssso pretty when you jussst... ssstare..."

"Uh-huh," Limini heard herself say, and she felt a mix of fear and almost choking arousal at the sleepy, lost quality of her voice. She hadn't even thought to speak. Celeste had... had oozed it out of her with those gentle, endless spirals... No, no, she had to focus, had to resist...

"And down," Celeste cooed, and Limini's eyes slipped back down to the bouncing boobies. "Down, bouncing and jiggling, sssilly girl. Ssslipping into my lovely booby trap." She laughed as Limini felt her cheeks flushing. "I've never seen a lovely lady ssssoooo sssubmissssive for a pair of uddersss." She was squeezing her breasts together, moaning and singing, "ssso sssoft and sssquiiiiiishy..."

"Squishy," Limini breathed, bobbing her head with those gorgeous tits. No, no, she had to look away. couldn't let herself get sucked... sucked...

"And up!"

... into those dreamy, molten pools of emerald, sucking her deep, deep, deep, she was so sleepy, so warm and happy and submissive and obedient...

"And down!"

... so dumb and horny and submissive for tits, so soft and squishy and silly, so bouncy and giggly and needy...

"And up!"

... such a dumb, horny, submissive plaything, just so dumb and distant and vacant and drifty as those eyes just made her all melty and good and docile...

She settled down upon the tail, straddling its length, sighing and cooing in helpless agreement as Celeste's tits bounced and jiggled and squished her silly thoughts away. She giggled weakly, wishing so desperately she could think clearly, could think of a reason to resist...

... but it felt so good having the tail beneath her, vibrating so warm and smooth against her tits, between her legs...

Her head dipped and sank, but the tip of the tail held her chin up, preventing her even from escaping into sleep. She whimpered, her lips parted in wonder, as her eyes were made to slip back and forth, up and down, bounce and sink, jiggle and spiral... Squishy and drippy...

"And down," Celeste hissed triumphantly, and Limini had only a moment to gaze willingly at those beautiful bouncy boobies before she recognized the wickedness in the demon's cadence... and found herself slipping.

Down.

Down the coil lengths, rubbing wonderfully against her whole body like a soft, silken hand, stimulating her nipples, running over her pussy, vibrant and warm and...

... and she slipped with barely a whimper into a pre-made coil prison that wrapped around her as tightly as a caterpillar's cocoon. She felt more like the butterfly in reverse - returning to its wrappings to be made back into a dumb, squishy, useless thing.

But Celeste said she was beautiful like this. She giggled and stared happily, head bouncing from side to side, watching the tits sway.

"You're doing sssooo well," Celeste cooed. "There's jussst one more little thing to do, sssweetie." She leaned in close, and Limini was positively panting with desire at the heat radiating off of those gorgeous, perfect tits, so full and wonderful, like twin goddesses commanding her completely. "And then you can be the sssilly titssslave I know yo want to be sssoooo bad."

Faintly, that sounded bad. Limini whimpered uncertainly.

Celeste leaned in very close now, until her eyes were all Limini could see. She realized the demon was pressed against her very tightly, realized there was something hard and rigid pressed between her slowly spreading legs...

"Good girl," the demoness whispered.

Limini's eyes widened. The wakefulness rushed into her like a cold shower, like awaking from a nightmare.

And the demoness pulled her into an exquisite kiss, and as she drew close, Limini felt a massive, rigid cock press against her pussy lips and thrust into her, filling her completely.

Limini screamed into the kiss as the eyes sucked her deeper and deeper, moaned helplessly as pleasure pounded into her, as the cock thrusted in and out, hammered her horny, helpless body as the tongues slipped around hers and tied her, as Celeste moaned and her lips smacked against her, the kiss hungry, wet, devouring.

The cold wakefulness was almost totally drowned out in the midst of the unbearably assault of hot pleasures. Her breasts were being fondled, manhandled, toyed with. She moaned and whimpered and blubbered and begged into the kiss as Celeste laughed and laughed, glowing and vibrating with the intensity of her delight.

She was so close. The cock was pounding into her so quickly, the pleasure was overwhelming, she couldn't think, couldn't resist, couldn't think -

Celeste pulled back, her tongues flicking out from between her lips. The cock slowly slid back out, returning to its tip just barely teasing Limini's sensitive, dripping pussy lips.