Lorelei's Note: This commissioned story features cisgirl POVs and contains heavy corruption themes, nc, candy and sweetening elements, degradation/humiliation, bimbofication, and everything else listed in the tags. Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!
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"There we go, my little one. Isn't that
sssooo
much easier?"
"Eeeasier..." The human Rift Ranger drooled and slowly nodded, whimpering as the coils wrapped around her shoulders and bound her fast.
"
Yesss
," Celeste purred. The breathtaking coil fiend slowly smiled. She was a rapturous beauty in all senses of the word--pale coral-red skin striking against her shimmering blue-and-green spiraling eyes, crimson spilling down around her heart-shaped face in rolling waves, dark luscious lips, and a figure to kill for, with breasts nearly as big as her hopeless little plaything's head. Below her waist, her form swelled into thick, ponderous coils, impossibly long and shimmering a fiery red. Her serpentine tail pulsed and vibrated as it tightened around the human, slowly milking every last ounce of resistance from that weak, adorable little body.
This was always her favorite part. The part where it stopped being a fight and started being a feast. Poor little Celia, or whatever her name was, had caught Celeste's attention the second she'd arrived on the scene to confront the wicked demoness menacing her town.
She'd been so single-minded, so hellbent on earning Celeste's full, undivided attention.
In a sense, all of that was still true of her. Celeste admired her prize, a gasping slut with ruby-red cheeks, plump never-painted lips currently parted in an wanton 'o'-shape, that slight frame almost totally obscured beneath Celeste's embrace. Her round wide-rimmed glasses were on the ground, crushed beneath Celeste's coils. She wouldn't need them anymore.
All she needed for her eyes were the beautiful spirals they now reflected into eternity.
"And," Celeste went on, "you want to help me now, don't you?" She traced a fingertip along the woman's cheek, and the woman squeaked. "You
mussst
feel
ssssooo embarrassed
about trying to
ssstop
me before."
"Yes," the woman whimpered, "s-silly to try to resist. Stupid to try to resist. S-stupid sexy slutttt..." Her jaw went totally slack as the coils undulated and
tightened
. "Cuh... can't resist Celeste..."
Celeste beamed in triumph and, cooing, reached down to condescendingly smoosh the little slut's adorable plump cheeks together. "Now, my sssweet, I want you to concentrate very hard," she said, leaning in close, drowning her sweet slave in her hypnotic swirling eyes, "on this
lovely
feeling of
sssurrender
."
"I... guh..." the woman drooled, tongue lolling, her eyes crossing adorably from the effort.
Goodness, she looked like such a cute little bimbo right now. Celeste licked her lips, her seven forked tongues briefly tasting the now ex-Ranger's arousal, her need, her dripping desire. Celeste could just eat her up.
Celeste nodded slowly. "
That'sss
right!" she said encouragingly, nodding slowly and watching the human girl nod slowly in time with her head's bobbing motions, totally affixed to her eyes, totally addicted to Celeste's control. "Tell me what you want, my
ssslutty
little
toy~
"
"Mmm... m-more," the woman slurred, a big, dumb smile spreading across her face as she stared at her own panting tongue and drooled shamelessly. "
Mmmoorrre...
"
Celeste sent another shivering vibration through her coils, and as the woman's eyes closed in bliss, the world began to melt away.
It started slowly. The woman was drowning in sin as she quivered and moaned, and Celeste kept giving her exactly what she wanted, what she
needed
--more, more,
more
. The cursed glen around them began to look blurry, and then it started to dissolve, the colors running like the world was a painting that had been left out in the rain.
"
That'sss
it," Celeste cooed, beaming down at her captivated toy, "
sssuch
a good little
ssslut
!"
She began to slide her coils between the girl's legs, and the girl started to whimper and whine faster, louder. Feeling especially wicked, and eager to hear more, Celeste gave her tail another little vibration, and relished the girl's cries and squeals of bliss as juices dripped onto her tail.
"Aww, cumming already?" Celeste shook her head and tutted. "You've already cum five times for me!" Her coils vibrated harder, milking out the woman's ecstasy as long as possible. "Don't tell me you want
more
!"
"
mmmmooorrre,
" the depraved little slut mewled, moaning, humping Celeste's tail for what little she was now worth. "m-mo--
a-aAAH!
"
She cried out as another deep vibration went through the sinfully pulsing tail, and she started to cum a sixth time.
"Always more," Celeste purred. The world was starting to flow by, now, and she could feel the sounds of rushing water roaring past her. She could see nothing but the horny toy squirming and writhing in her coils. "
Gluttonousss
little
coilssslut
!"
"
Yes! Yes yes yessss!"
"My little toy~"
"
oh, p-pleeeease
..."
"And you know a
good girl
never
ssstopsss
at
one
.
"
oh, yes...
"
"Cum for me again, toy~"
And as the seventh orgasm sang through the squealing bimbo, the molten, flowing world around them sped up, surged around them like a howling snowstorm--
--and then was still.
The world was still putting itself together, however. Celeste tasted sweet water on her tongue, and she wasted no time in spitting it out and swimming to the edge, human in tow in her coils, as the River Lethe became visible around them.
The world crackled and flared into life like flame spreading across a dry floor of sawdust. As the human's gasps and moans slowly subsided into blissful rest, Celeste looked up at the Gardens of Gluttony.
Hell was a place of twisting, crackling wires, a place where the very soil beneath one's feet was so suffused with sin that it tugged at any souls that passed over it. For demons, it was a hungry, tingling feeling. For mortals, Celeste imagined it felt a little more... intense.
This feeling ran deeper on the Gluttony Layer than anywhere else, a constant buzz of desire that ran beyond simple hunger, beyond simple need. It was voracious, all-consuming, and though the candy-coated forest seemed to provide bounty without measure, those who partook of the sensuous delicacies of the Gardens would find the cups of their needs never filled.
Celeste smiled. It was good to be back in Hell, if only for a visit. Already she could feel the Realm of the Rivers refreshing her, restoring her. She'd stay here to rejuvenate for a short time, then return to the Material with this helpful 'steed' of hers.
She slithered over to a nearby tree, as tall as a great old oak and as dense as a rose briar. Pale streaks of light rose up the tree's trunk and ran across the branches like red-hot wires, and the glimmering pink peach-like fruits sparked and sparkled as if electrified. The orangish sky above passed out of sight as she entered the darkness of the tree's thick canopy.
Celeste reached up for one of the fruits, licking her lips with her seven forked tongues. She was about to pluck an especially plump and juicy-looking peach off the branch when she heard a giggle from above.
Oh! She smiled. How ironic that she of all fiends would forget to look up.
She raised her head and met the gleaming eyes--one brilliant gold, one smoldering red--of a demoness.
Well, to be precise, first her eyes met the demoness's rear.
The demoness was sitting in a low-down bough of the great tree, dressed in only a pair of very tight shorts and a plain crop top. Her luscious ass, of a mottled green hue, squished down into the branch like it was a swan harpy-down pillow. Her bare midriff and the small of her back bore streaks of red and gold breaking up the green, reminding Celeste of an exotic bird she had seen once caught in the web of an enormous, brilliantly-colored garden spider. Long dark crimson hair flowed around her body like a waterfall of blood, perfectly smooth and seamless, without even a strand out of place as she swayed from side to side.
Behind her lovely wriggling ass flicked a long crimson tail with a pronged arrow tip.
Celeste's lips curved up in a smile. How... delicious.
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Ciari panted, rising slowly to her hands and knees in the soft grass and carefully watching the two demons face off. It was sort of hard to tell if they were evenly-matched, or if one had the edge over the other.
Demon fights were weird like that. Demons worked so many moves ahead it was generally impossible to keep up.
The Rift Ranger bit her lip, forcing her gaze away. Noticing the 'grass' starting to climb around her knees, she fumbled around briefly and activated a runestone on her belt. The grass burned when it touched her and shrank back with a hiss, and her head cleared a little, leaving an aftertaste like burnt bread on her tongue.
She smiled grimly. The coil fiend hadn't even bothered to take all her gear. Foolish.
She struggled to her feet and backed up to the river's edge.
She'd done what she could. Her memories were a little murky still. The Lethe would do that to someone. It could even erase all memories and leave them an empty-headed doll if they got a good gulp of it. Still, she was pretty sure this was as good as she could have hoped for. Mistre--
Celeste
would be stuck in Hell, at least for a while, until she found another mortal to help her get back. Especially if she really
had
lost to the succubus.
