Senya's eyes were lost in green. His cries were muffled by the plush lips on his. His cock was bathed in pleasure. His ears were full of soft, happy whispers from all along him. And the moans from his lamia pet—or was she his lamia owner? He could no longer tell the difference. She probably could, though.
His mind was obedient. Because he was a good pet.
Tricin pulled back from the kiss and smiled at him. The lamia's coils continued to hold him tight, as her pussy, still locked around his cock, continued to gently milk him towards orgasm. It felt like she had been thus milking him for hours, and he still hadn't come. He didn't mind, though. This soft, steady pleasure was enough to totally drain him of cares. He could no longer remember what it meant that she was edging like this. He could no longer make out what the fairies were whispering in his ear. All he knew was her gaze, her voice, and her tight, warm embrace.
"I love you," she cooed. "And you love me, don't you?"
"Mm-hm," he said, lost in her gorgeous green gaze.
She smirked. "I think I'm starting to wake up a little," she breathed, giving his nose some tender little forked-tongue licks. "Mm. I'm gonna make you cum
so hard
. I'm gonna eat up all your yummy-nummy cum, Master. Do you want that?"
"Mm..."
"Is that what you want, Master?" She batted her eyelashes at him. "Do you want to be my sweet little obedient Master and fill me with
all
your tasty cum,
all
your silly little thoughts for safekeeping? I'll keep
such
—" She kissed him on the nose. "—
good
—" She kissed him under the chin. "
—care
of them. Of
you
." She kissed him on the lips, drowning him again in lust.
"Mm-hm!" he moaned, thrusting into her. She was starting to move faster again. She was starting to bounce in his lap. He could feel his orgasm nearing—rising—
"Tricin, you are a
bad girl
."
Immediately, Tricin stiffened. She stared at Senya with wide eyes and trembled around him. Senya realized she was cumming, but it was a strange orgasm, one that seemed to be utterly overwhelming her. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she released him with a cry. The coils fell away limply.
He could only whimper. His cock twitched pathetically, longing for its final release. But his Mistress was occupied spasming on the ground like a kitten on catnip. Her eyes were closed at last. "
Oooh.
.."
Senya looked up, eyelids drooping. A lithe, attractive woman with bushy sideburns and very furry feet stood over him, standing alongside a tall, fit man with blond hair. Bobbin and Jerrod, he realized after a moment.
Bobbin crossed her arms. "
Bad girl
," she repeated. Senya watched as Tricin whimpered, continuing to writhe.
"W-what—" Senya started as Jerrod grasped him by the shoulder and, with one hand, lifted him to his feet. The stockman grinned at him.
"Nothin' to be ashamed of, sir," he said, tipping a wide-brimmed straw hat—not unlike the ones the scarecrows wore, come to think of it. "Tricin's a tricky one. She's even got the drop on Bobbin in the past."
Senya heard Tricin mumble something through her hazy pleasure. It sounded suspiciously like, "B'not so easy, though."
Jerrod turned to Bobbin as Senya leaned on his arm, still blinking away the strange suggestions—and willing his needy erection to vanish. "Reckon she needs 'correction'?"
"No, that only works on a few." Bobbin grimaced. "Chalk it up to most of these safeguards being placed by Senya's family. Catgirls get 'corrected' because that's how Senya's great-great-great-uncle thought it was hot for his 'pet pussy' to get 'bred'."
"Isn't that also just how catgirls kinda work, though?"
"Well... sorta." Bobbin shrugged. She looked askance at Senya. "You alright, Master? I'm sorry I had to leave you like that. I meant to let you make an honest stab at resisting her, but I didn't mean to leave you vulnerable."
Senya rubbed his forehead. Something felt very off, but he couldn't put his finger on it just yet. "Um... she was, uh... her fairies..."
"She's a
bad girl
," Bobbin said, scowling, and Senya heard Tricin start moaning again. "I
told
her not to try that. Don't worry; those suggestions they placed will only work with her. She didn't make you vulnerable to anyone else." She chuckled. "She's a possessive one, our lamia. Still, well-behaved on average."
Senya looked over at the wriggling lamia. She was currently masturbating with her own tail, a blissful look on her face. She was drooling a little, and the fairies had begun to cover her, delighted.
"Are they—"
He was interrupted as a fairy fluttered by him. She paused, giggling.
"We only get to play with Mistress once in a
big
while!
" She zoomed off to join the swarm.
"Is that really a punishment?" he asked, biting his lip.
"Fairies are teases," Bobbin said flatly. "She's going to have trouble with them for a while. Hurts productivity, but, well... seriously, are you alright?"
Senya turned back to them. "Are you?"
He'd just noticed that the pair looked oddly scuffed up. Jerrod had some scratches on his forehead, and his arm was bandaged. Bobbin's hair was... slightly disheveled.
They exchanged looks.
"Crows," Bobbin said.
"We handled 'em," Jerrod said. "Well, the cat and the scarecrow are cleaning up, but we figured we should get back to the tour. It's gettin' late, and if it takes much longer, we may have to split the—"
"Wait,
what
?" Senya looked up, finally recognizing what was out of order. It was
dark
. It hadn't been dark before. How close was it to dusk? "But I was—how did it—"
"Time flies," Bobbin said drily. "Especially with Tricin. She
loves
making her prey sleepy and dreamy. Makes them easier to... condition." The house fey seemed to squirm a little, and there was a look in her eye that suggested she knew this from experience.
"Right." Senya swallowed. "So, about that... that fruit Brigitte made me eat. And her... conditioning."
"The conditioning will only apply to her," Brigitte repeated. "Which is problematic, yes, but we're going to address it soon enough."
Senya gave a nervous laugh. "And the... the fruit?"
"We'll be heading to the cranberry fields next," Bobbin said, turning away. "Look, I'm sorry, but we need to
hurry
. I want to be done with the tour before nightfall, and we still have multiple stops to make."
Senya shifted uneasily, hurrying after. He looked at Jerrod, and whispered, "Is she just not going to tell me about the fruit?"
"She's gonna," Jerrod whispered back. "She's got a way to things. But trust me, she's not out to screw you over. There's just... a way things hafta be done around here."
To Senya, that was little comfort. As they left the grapevines, he glanced back once more.
The lamia lay in the midst of hundreds of moaning fairies. She was screaming and giggling. They were tickling her mercilessly, and she was helpless to stop it.
For a moment, her eyes opened and locked on his. Senya's footsteps faltered.
Then one of the fairies must have sucked on her clit or something, because her eyes screwed shut again as she gave a lusty scream.
Senya hurried after the others.
~~~~
The cranberry fields were essentially a vast, dark bog. The mud was deep, thick, and extremely smooth, and Senya, Bobbin and Jerrod were reduced to wading as they proceeded through. He wasn't sure if this was normal, or if it was just a trait of this particular bog. The shrubs grew all around, covered with bright red berries.
"Is this it?" he asked. The fields covered a few acres, and certainly weren't small, but he'd been worried about some sort of magical creature—everything else on Ambrosia Ranch had possessed fairly distinctive guardians or features. So far, all he'd seen was mud. And they'd been walking for a while.
"Not exactly," Bobbin said. Next to her, Jerrod gave a nasty laugh. "We're just trying to get to the center first."
"Why?" Senya studied the bushes, trying to remember what he knew about cranberry farms. He'd heard that they were flooded for harvest seasons, but this place seemed to be a perpetual marsh. "Is there something special about the berries? Are they, I don't know, poisonous? Magicked to mind control someone?"
"Not really." Jerrod shrugged. "Way I understand it, berry dryads are hard to come by."
"Right." Bobbin nodded. "They don't tend to do anything to merit being locked up, y'see. Fruit dryads are usually quite sweet and kind." She paused and pulled a face. "Except blackberry dryads."
"Okay. I wasn't asking about dryads, but... hey!" As they rounded a row, Senya spotted a large octagonal platform in the distance, and his legs cried out with relief. It was
unbelievably
exhausting slogging through this sea of mud. He didn't even have his shoes, for some reason; his feet squelched deep, deep down with every step he took. "Is that the center?"
"Yes," Bobbin said. "It's where they put the harvest for us to collect. Inconvenient, but we all know why they put it there. And we should probably
get
there before we..."
Bobbin froze mid-stride. She giggled, and her eye gave a slight twitch. "Oh, naughty girls," she murmured. "Is that you, Suds?"
There came a bubbling from beneath the peat. Senya stared at the bubbles, both confused and worried.
Then he gave a start as he felt it, too: A little tickle on his soles. "What was—"
He looked at Jerrod and Bobbin, who were both disrobing. His jaw dropped in amazement. "What are you two
doing
?"
Bobbin flashed him a grin and a wink. "The girls get lonely."
"What?" Senya cast about, searching for some sort of clue. He knew this had to be some sort of teasing fey, but what kind? And how worried did he need to be? "Who are you—"
He froze. There was a crimson shape emerging from the mud at his feet.
At first, he couldn't tell what it was. It rather looked like two orbs of red jelatin. They jiggled, and his cheeks heated up as he realized what it was he was ogling.
It was a butt.
Before his eyes, it seemed to wiggle a little.
