“Still feel like playing?” Ariana asked.

“Wh-why wouldn’t I?”

“Dunno,” the woman giggled, wriggling in place. “Just… asking…”

Steven swallowed hard and looked back to his cards. It was tough. The pale skinned seductress was nearly naked by now. Only a pair of scanty pasties still hid her nipples from view, nipples peaking the thin fabric that hid them away She hadn’t started the game with much clothes, mind, and by gods she was close to ending it.

Steven didn’t understand why Ariana had challenge him to a game of cards when it was clear she was so bad at it. They’d been travelling together since that morning, and were a day out of Lindgren. Taking a room at an inn, she’d suddenly knocked on his door and invited herself in with a pack of cards and a wager. He’d agreed, wagering all that was in his pack for the ruby necklace that dangled from her throat. The ruby necklace that would sell for more gold than he could earn in a lifetime. The ruby necklace resting on her breasts as they rose and fell. Rose and fell.

“Is it my turn?” she asked sweetly.

Steven’s eyes snapped back up to hers. “What? Oh, um. Yes.”

“You sure? You didn’t lose track?”

“No! I mean, I didn’t lose track.”

“Oh. Because you just seemed to be staring at my big, soft breasts. So enraptured by them. It was just amazing. Like you couldn’t look away. Like you were just… lost in them…”

Steven’s mouth was dry. He licked his lips as her every breath lifted her breasts. As her hands slid under them, teasing those plump orbs. Lifting them.

“They’re so firm. Mmm. I bet you’ve never seen breasts as lovely as these,” Ariana murmured hotly.

“N-no.”

“So big.”

“Mmm.”

“So… soft…”

Steven took a shuddering breath. “Your… your cards!”

She giggled and laid them out.

He stared, flabbergasted at the varied colours. “You’ve got nothing,” he grinned, laying out his own in a wash of red hues.

She pouted, and oh how those soft lips could pout. “Oh. You caught me. I guess I better take something else off…”

Steven’s eyes were fixed to her fingers as they fluttered up her slender waist, teasing along the undersides of her breasts. The tips of her fingers glided up, found the dark edge of her pasties and teased them, rubbing them, inching them up. Up.

Steven was panting. His hands tight on his legs as at last, with a gasp, she lifted them up, off, revealing her dark nipples which lay beneath. “Mmmnnn,” she moaned. “Oh gosh! That just feels so much better, don’t you think?”

Steven failed to answer. His jaw was hanging down, watching as her fingers rubbed teasing circles along the firm buds of her nipples. Her dark lashes veiled her eyes, a teasing smile on her lips. “Mmm. Steven?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Don’t you think it’s so much better? Not having those silly little caps on my nipples?”

“U-um, I… I don’t…”

“Don’t what?” Ariana breathed. “Don’t think it’s better? Don’t think it’s so much nicer to stare at my big, bouncing breasts if they don’t have anything on?”

Steven’s head bobbed as she bounced her breasts in her arms. Flawless. Enthralling. The dark peaks of her nipples so hard. So tender. So needy. The ruby of her necklace flashing. Glittering. Teasing.

“Um…”

“Surely you think they’re better like this?”

“Uh…”

“That way, you can just stare at them. Just admire them. How they move. How they bounce. How my pretty amulet flashes in the light.”

The ruby flared, riding the swells of her breasts. Up and down. Up and down.

“Oh…” Steven whimpered.

“What’s that? Still not sure?”

“I… um…”

“Oh gosh, Steven. Did you maybe… want a closer look?”

“H-huh?”

“Do you want me to lean in closer?” Ariana giggled, planting her hands on the edge of the table, half rising out of her seat, leaning forward, her dark lashes fluttering. Her ruby swinging lazily, nestled between those soft, heavy breasts. “Do you want me to come closer? To let you decide? Oh, but deciding must be so hard, isn’t it? Especially when you haven’t had a chance to really appreciate them. To really know how good they are?”

“I… I haven’t? I… but… um…”

“Oh no,” she purred, and she was closer now, right in front of him. She’d crawled onto the table. Steven had sunk back in his chair as far as he could go. His eyes were fixed to those full, heavy breasts. The ruby consumed his focus. “Because you haven’t… let them… envelop you…”

Her hands cupped his cheeks, eased him forward. Into the valley of those soft, soft tits. He moaned as he sank into them. Their softness. Their loveliness. A scent of roses and wine.

“What a good boy,” the seductress purred, stroking his head as he whimpered into her tits, her eyes cat-like with mirth. “What a good boy you are.”

Steven could only moan. Whimper as he felt her feather light touches all over him. Teasing away his clothes. By the time she pushed him back he was panting, his head spinning, his mouth open. Helpless. Easy. So cute she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Oh no, Steven,” she whispered as she stroked his cheek. “It looks like I’m naked. Doesn’t it?”

“Uh…uh huh,” he gasped, staring at her like his eyes were magnetized to her breasts.

“And what was our wager? Hmm. Oh right! That if I lost, I would do just anything you said, wouldn’t I?”

Steven nodded without thinking. He was doing a lot of not thinking at the moment. Especially with those big breasts in front of him. That shining ruby drawing him in. His teeth nibbling his lower lip.

“I bet I know what you want,” she purred, sliding into his lap.

“Mm?” he whimpered.

“I think you want me… to own you…”

“O-own?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed, Steven whimpering as her slick cunny slid against his cock. “You want me to just own you like my pretty plaything, don’t you? To let you sink into my big breasts every day. To serve me like a good slave. My silly little bimbo boy. My pretty slave. And you won, so I have to agree. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes,” Steven moaned.

“Say it, Steven,” she purred. “Say it for me.”

“P-please,” Steven whimpered. So lost. So helpless. So needy of those big breasts and the lovely voice that spoke to him. That told him with such certainty that he was hers. “Please. Y-yours… Yours…”

She giggled. “Good boy.”

And slid him inside of her.

“Mnnnnn!” she moaned, throwing back her head, her hair cascading in a dark river as her hips worked, riding him. Her amulet bouncing. Enthralling him.

“Ah. Ah! Oooooh!” Steven moaned, helpless beneath her.

“Oh yes. Yessss!” Ariana laughed, her voice rich in triumph. “Good boy. Good boys… ah… watch my breasts… watch my big boobies… Good boys… oh yesssss… Good boys sink into my tits. Just give up their minds to my bouncing breasts. They… mmm… they watch my necklace. Oh fuck yes!”

Steven cried out, cumming, twitching beneath her as she fucked him down. Down into the chair. Down into beloved obedience. Into glorious servitude. He cried out again, cumming. Cumming. Cumming his little bimbo brains out into the beautiful woman on his lap. She pressed him back between her breasts, and he was kissing them. Loving them. Adoring them.

She laughed, pulling his head back out of her tits. She looked into his glazed, needy eyes. Eyes so lost in her amulet, in her breasts, that the mind behind them was so wonderfully empty. So ready to be filled. So perfectly obedient to her whims.

She giggled again. She did love to gamble.

And she so adored to win.