"I have to say," Vinassa mused as she tapped an immaculately pink nail against her desk. "You got a lot farther than I expected."
Jax glared at her, which only made her smirk more. Bound to a chair by silken pink cords, shirtless to expose his tanned, slim chest, he looked more sulky than indignant.
Vinassa leaned against her desk, popping open the tobacco box resting on its top. As she moved, her sleeping gown shifted across her, the fringe a frill of pink ravinian fur, the rest silk woven from the milk of mothgirls in the throes of sweetest orgasm. The fabric felt so wonderfully soft against her skin. The shapely djinn's hair of living smoke coiled about her, her earrings sparkling in her slightly pointed ears, her eyes gleaming like emeralds. All around them were display cases filled with her treasures. Treats and tricks and devices gathered and offered to her by supplicating fools. Just another benefit of being the duchess of Gran. Her palace towered like a crown atop the cliffs, overlooking the fields where her farmer's toiled. Nearly slaves, true. But they would be truly enslaved were they to wander from her protection, and into the Wire Woods whose grasping branches grew riot at the edge of her wards.
Besides, they never complained for long. All the poor souls had to do was step inside her home. Breathe in the misty smoke that clouded the passages of her palace, and they would forget all their troubles. All their worries. And by the time her maids made them comfortable, they'd forgotten most everything else, too.
Which made her curious indeed of how this silly thing had managed to infiltrate her home, before being caught up in her silken trap. She smirked, recalling how she'd found him. Bound up like a mummy on the floor in pink wrappings, struggling uselessly.
Vinassa flicked a thumb, a tongue of flame igniting at the tip. She put it to her long pipe, taking a slow, heady drag. Mmm. That was good. Almost as good as watching the thief's eyes be dragged to her shapely breasts, the tops just visible beneath the frill of the furs. Her smile widened. Oh. This was going to be fun indeed.
She exhaled, the sweet smoke filling the air, twisting lazily like phantasmal serpents twining in their hypnotic dance. "Dear boy. I really will give you credit. Tricking my poor guards with that devilish little hypno disc. Bypassing my lamia servant. Oh the poor thing is just in knots after you turned that mirror on her. She'll be needing to let out her frustration so badly once I manage to knock some sense back into her. You even managed to get into my office before tripping my trap. Not bad."
"I don't need your praise," Jax spat.
"Tut tut. That's where you're wrong, my pretty boy. You do need it. You just don't know how much yet. But don't worry," she said, taking another drag on the pipe, leaning forward until her face was an inch from his. "You'll learn."
Jax turned his face away as she breathed a cloud of smoke. She smirked as she saw his nostrils flare, taking in a whiff of that pungent scent. She shifted where she stood, her earrings chiming, her hair bunching around her head. "Now tell me, my little boy, what did you come to my office to steal?"
"Koff... I didn't... koff... come to steal... koff... anything..."
"Mmm. Cute. But I know your type. The sort who'll rob the dear dukes and duchesses and masters of the Lost Lands for a piece of their treasures. Treasures which they quite rightly came by. Honestly, I'd be more offended if I didn't get so many silly new sluts out of it all."
"I'm not your slut!"
"Not yet."
"I'll never be."
"Oh?" She mused, tilting back her head, her eyes lidding, showing off the sparkle of her eyeshadow as she crossed her arms under her chest, hefting the soft globes of her generous tits. "Not even for a look at... these?"
His eyes were almost magnetically drawn to those impressive orbs. He forced himself to look away soon enough, but she didn't mind. "Mmm. I knew the minute I saw you that you'd be a breast man. Not that I can blame you. They're so big and soft," she sighed, pushing out her chest, lazily bouncing her breasts, nearly forcing them from the confines of her loose robe.
"S-so what?" Jax said, blinking rapidly as the pink smoke filled the air yet further.
"Mmm. Well, I know boys do like a good pair of tits. They just can't help themselves. They just want to stare. Watch them bounce. Dream of seeing them. Pushing their face between them. Finding a nipple and giving a good... long... suck..."
His eyes were dazed. Riveted to the window of her robe. With a sigh Vinassa shrugged her shoulders, moving her hands, and letting the loose knot of her belt give way. Her breasts pushed her gown apart, baring the luscious pink swells of feminine flesh; her nipples twin, dusky points in the warm air. She sighed in delight, arching her back a little, making her breasts bounce again.
Jax's eyes followed the movement, enraptured by the sight of those flawless, bouncing orbs. Vinassa's tongue stroked the stem of her pipe before she took another long drag, filling her lungs with that sweet tobacco. She exhaled, further filling the room with her intoxicating smoke. Surrounding them in a haze of unreality. Of misty, wavering pink that seemed to twist and wind around her captive thief. She saw it was working its magic as his cock tented his pants.
"Jax... My silly, silly thief..."
"H-huh?" he said, forcing his eyes to hers. "I'm not..."
"Oh but you are, Jax. Look at you. All tied up. All tingling. All horny. Staring at my tits. Knowing your silly little mind is just oozing away. And you just can't help yourself. Because bimbos... love... breasts..."
She moved forward, her robe whisking around her, her smoke trailing after her. Jax looked up at her, uncertainty on his face as he struggled to win out over the intoxicating smoke and the sight of the beauty before him. She smiled wide, leaned down, her breasts bouncing, dangling before his head, just out of reach of his lips.
"Are they as big... as mommy's?"
"No," Jax murmured dreamily. He blinked. "I mean..."
"Silly boy," she giggled, reaching down between them, her finger and lacquered nail gliding up the bulge in his pants, her eyes lidding at his breathless gasp as his cock twitched. "Did you really think I wouldn't know you? You and your pretty mistress?"
"Not my... my mistress..." Jax gasped.
"Of course not," Vinassa crooned, taking another drag, breathing out, wreathing his head in a halo of pink, mind melting essence. "You just bury your face between her thighs and lick her out. Kiss her big bouncy tits and drink all her milk. Like a good holstaur stud. Oh, I know you, Jax and Gisele. The holstaur," she breathed, finger gliding between the straps of his pants. "And the sin eater."
Her finger twitched; his pants undone. Jax moaned as his cock sprang to attention, the head flushed and pulsing. Even knowing what she did, Vinassa had to bite her lip to resist playing with it. It was just so sensitive. So needy. So cute. So easy to lean down, let her lips wrap around it and... and...
She put her pipe back to her lips and took a long suck. She released her breath, feeling her desire simmer in a cloud of hazy delight. "Mmnn," she purred, leaning back, smirking as he whimpered with barely repressed need. "Yes. I know what you and your partner are. Thieves of excellent repute," she said, moving to one of the cases that lined the wall, her finger gliding along the displays lazily, her hair of smoke twisting in her wake. "And a sin eater to boot. Why, anyone with a demon's taint that tried to suck you dry would find themselves simply... lost. Enthralled. Fucking you until they were utterly spent and wasted. But I am a djinn, Jax," she said, her eyes flashing as she tapped the glass of a particular shelf, causing it to pop open. "Do you know what a djinn is?"
"A...a bitch..." Jax panted, trying to inject venom into his voice, but only managing a moan.
