"There's no need to hold on so tightly, my darling." The voice filtered up to him like the sweetest sugar water, sultry and pure and slippery as quicksilver. "Won't you just
let go
and trust Myrme to catch you?"
Fenn let out a nervous laugh and clutched tighter at the juniper root holding him suspended above the conical pit of smooth, silver sand he'd nearly walked right into. "I, ah, I think I'd be given cause to regret that, Miss!" he called down.
"Oh? And why is that, darling boy?"
"Well, I..." Fenn felt his cheeks reddening, and he stole a wary look downward.
A beautiful girl smiled up at him from the very center of the pit. She was immersed to her hips within that silver sand, but nothing about her motions or manner made him think this was a problem for her. Her hair shimmered like spun metal, done up in an elegant beaded style with luscious locks trailing down to her shoulders like rivulets of rainwater. Her long elfin ears curved forward in a manner almost reminiscent of a beetle's horns. And her body...
Fenn really didn't mean to, but it was impossible not to notice that her beautiful blue gown yielded as much as it covered. It clung to her buxom body as though painted on, and her massive breasts pushed the gown out nearly past its breaking point, descending like flawless teardrops to squish over her arms as she visibly strained to hold them up above the sand.
Those weighty breasts seemed to impede the fey much more than the sand ever could.
"Only," he added, quickly tearing his gaze away before she could catch his eye, "I've heard spritelions do sometimes take to eating people, Miss."
"Oh?" Her tinkling laugh made his ears heat up. "Have you, my sweet? Have you really? What silly rumors get spread around by mortals these days~"
Fenn squirmed and tightened his grip. Her voice was nice to listen to, but he knew he needed to be very careful right now. The juniper tree that had saved him was a sign, a reminder from his patron saint:
Better to die of thirst on your feet than drown on your knees in sugarwater.
"Well, it's, ah... it might've been a tavern tale, Miss, if you take my meaning. The man was deep in his drink, and mayhap they caught a glimpse of you with some, ah, companion, and they, ah, misinterpreted it, right? And then came back to the tavern and started sharing nonsense."
"Oh, that's quite impossible, darling." Her voice trailed up to him, slow and sultry. Like fingers tracing up his leg. "Nobody would catch a glimpse of me and decide to leave.
No one
says no to me~"
Fenn felt his cheeks reddening. He shook himself, trying to brush the voice off him, but it clung. "Well, that's... all the more reason for me to be careful, isn't it, Miss?"
"Mm-hm?" He felt her hum vibrating in his mind. "Was it being careful when you stumbled right into the pit?" he heard Myrme call sweetly. "T'was plain in view, my darling. Was it careful of you to not
look down
where you were going?"
Look down.
That word seemed to echo mercilessly in his head. He swallowed, fighting off the urge. "Well, Miss, you've... in my defense, you've placed yourself a little unkindly, I think."
"Have I?"
"Well, yes. Your little pit, it's right next to the deepest part of the stream. It's hard to look where you're going when you've just spotted water." He tried to reach for the upper part of the branch, to pull himself up. The plant shifted ominously. He stayed put.
"Oh, my. You wouldn't want to drink from that little stream." The spritelion's musical laughter coiled around his head as he squirmed. "Believe me, darling. Terrible things lurk in the deep places."
The spritelion's tone remained light and playful, but power beyond her own trickled from those last words. Fenn found he believed her.
"E-Even so," he said, "it's hard to look where you're going or even think straight when there's a clean drink right in front of you!"
There was a pause.
"Is that so?"
Fenn nodded to himself. "You get awfully thirstsome... ah, thirsty, out in the desert. It plays tricks on your head after a while."
Another pause. Longer this time.
"This is a desert now?"
"Miss, you've been down there a good sight too long, I think!"
"Hm." She seemed to be weighing this, but the musicality was returning to her voice in a way that made him uneasy. "Well, I don't get many visitors nowadays, I'm afraid. But that's
quite
interesting."
"Is it?"
"Oh, it
is
, darling." Fenn shivered; the trickling sweetness was back in full force. "You poor thing. You must be so
thirsty
after such a
difficult journey
."
Fenn hesitated, then nodded. "Right. So I'd... I'd just appreciate being let back up so I can..."
"Look at me, sweet boy."
Again he felt that voice wrapping around him, but now it was on his neck, touching his chin. His grip tightened as her exquisite voice trickled into his ears. "I--I, h-ha--"
"Look at Myrme, darling boy.
Just a glance
can't hurt, can it~?"
Seduction laced around her voice like vines on a trellis. She made it sound so harmless, made him feel so silly for even worrying about it. There... wasn't any danger, was there?
Just a glance
. That wasn't so bad. And she was awfully pretty, and...
... and he'd already looked at her once, and he'd been... fine...
... and she was so
pretty
...
...
just a glance...
He snapped out of the trance. "I... n-no, I--"
"My milk is so
sweet
, Fenn. Can't you
taste
it on your tongue?"
Sweet.
Taste.
His heart started to race.
"So
creamy
and
heavy
. It can sustain you as long as you need it to! Just one little suckle, that's all it takes~"
Creamy.
"N-Now, ah--" Fenn's whole body felt hot, even in the desert twilight. Her voice was wrapping around him tighter and tighter, pulling on him, and it would be so, so very easy to just look down...
Heavy...
"You can just latch on and
suckle
like a
good boy
," Myrme sang. "Just a few gulps and you'll be fit to make it aaall the way to the mountains." A pause. "There are still mountains there, right?"
Suckle.
Good boy.
"N-Now, Miss, I already--the nymphs at the oasis already made it clear to me what the consequences could be for, ah--" He was babbling. Fenn wasn't used to half as much attention from pretty girls as he'd been getting lately, and it was overwhelming even without the way her words wound tighter and
tighter
around him, and he was so
thirsty
...
"Just a taste. Just a glance." It was like she was moaning right in his ear. He realized the walls of the conical pit were what were making her voice echo like this, but it was no use, he couldn't shut out her sweet, hypnotic coos-- "
Wouldn't you like to see
what you're missing, darling?"
"H-hha--" Fenn was pantring. Scattered Gods, he was so thirsty, and milk sounded so good right now... oh, and he remembered how good the nymphs' milk had tasted... "N-No, I..."
"
Just one glance couldn't hurt.
"
Just one glance... couldn't hurt, could it?
"Just to
see what you're missing~?
"
Right. Right, yes, of course. He found himself smiling shyly. He could just... see what he was missing...
Wait, why was he...?
"My milk is so
sweet
, darling." Her voice oozed sensuality, dripped with suggestion. She was almost moaning the words. Right in his ears, echoing, trickling... "And your mouth is so parched~"
He whimpered, swallowing what might as well have been sand. It would be so
sweet
... just a glance couldn't hurt, could it?
"
Look at me, darling.
"
He looked, and met two big glimmering copper eyes.
In the same breath, she bounced her breasts together, and his gaze became fastened helplessly to their massive, shimmering forms.
"
Gooood boy
," she cooed. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her sultry lips savor the words. "
Such
a good boy for me! Isn't that so much
better
?"
"B-Better..." He was barely conscious of repeating the word. He squirmed, clinging as tight as he could to the trailing root... Her breasts were so vast, so
full
, and he could see her nipples...
leaking...
"So much better!" the spritelion agreed. "Such a
good darling boy
! And, you know, since you're being so very good for me..." She giggled. He shivered at the praise running over his mind. "Don't you want a
closer look
?"
Closer look.
He trembled as the echoes caressed his brain, stroked it like a kitten.
Closer look.
It echoed insistently, endlessly.
You want a
closer look
.
Fenn gasped and wriggled as the suggestions pounded his weakening mind, slid into his head and pulsed their heat directly into him. Everything felt hot, molten, weak...
His cock twitched.
"No," he whispered, staring hopelessly down at her soft, squishy tits. "I... I..."
"Oh, but boys just can't help it, can they?" Myrme cooed. She slowly squeezed her tits together... and let them fall. "A boy sees a massive, heaving pair of tits like this and his brain just goes all
weak
. His thoughts just start
bouncing
, impossible to keep up with."
Twitch. Throb. No, no, he needed to--to look away--
"And that
weakness
starts to spread through his whole body," Myrme teased. "Doesn't it, darling? It gets so
hard to hang on
to those silly,
bouncy
thoughts, doesn't it?"
Weakness.
Bouncy.
Hard to hang on...
"My breasts just... rise and
fall
. Bounce up and
down
.
Squish
together." The words pulsed and throbbed in his head, and he moaned aloud, overwhelming tingles of pleasure spreading through his body. "Boys just
can't think
when a fat pair of tits is jiggling in front of them. Look at you. It must be so
hard
to keep
hanging on
my every word like this when you just want to stare at my breasts and
get dumber and dumber~
"
"N-Nnhh..."
Dumber. Dumber.
