Dear Senya,
Heya, bum! It's your sister. I got your letter—pretty crazy shit! Who'd have thought our shitty racist uncle was loaded, huh?
I hope the trip there goes okay. To be clear, I have
never heard of this ranch
. Sounds pretty sketchy to me—esp. since you're, like, traveling with a frikking ex-pirate! What the fuck do they farm, anyways? Pandas? Bamboo? 'kay, shit, now I sound racist. Anyway, make sure to keep me posted! Your letter took forever to arrive for some reason. Guess they don't have a good postage system? Can't be worse than ours, though.
I'll have your back if you need me, but in the meantime, I thought you might want to know something I found while researching this region. Apparently, there's a
shitton
of fey in that region, esp. lust sprites. WILD lust sprites, Senya. From what I've read, they're nothing like the ones in the sprite pits back home. I'll transcribe an excerpt. Keep an eye out! Even partially "trained" ones can apparently fuck you up pretty bad.
Anyways, the excerpt:
In the mind of a lust sprite, there is little to be found that we would recognize as human. Their brains are simpler, more limited. Common parlance would place them alongside beasts and birds, or even vermin—insipid beasts good for only sexual pleasure.
In truth, this claim is wrong on both counts. They are not insipid beasts. And there is nothing 'good' about them. My research has consistently shown that lust sprites are not stupid: They recognize themselves in mirrors, easily identify the mechanisms behind locks and clothing, and navigate labyrinths even faster than most humans. When in groups of four or more, their "hive intellect" can become potent enough to navigate just about any puzzle or challenge—as long as the end result involves sexual intercourse.
Lust sprites are not stupid. They are
alien
. And so is their means of mind control. Aside from a lust sprite's more obvious sympathetic lust auras, prolonged or repeated contact with a lust sprite has the effect of eroding a victim's mental endurance towards them. In essence, a victim's mind becomes locked into regarding the sprites as ideal mates, and steadily becomes incapable of conceiving of worldviews that do not involve regular sex with the lust sprites. The victim's consciousness might even eventually bleed into the hivemind, though more tests would be required to prove this. Evidence thus far is solely anecdotal.
Lust sprites may feign submissiveness, but unless fully subsumed into a sprite pit—monitored and rotated to avoid steady exposure to the same sprite hive—they will devour their lovers into them. And the process will never be noticed in the victim. Never.
The victim becomes a part of the pack, and all other forms of willpower
and mind control
will become fragile and brittle when the rest of the pack is nearby.
Wild lust sprites are predators, just like most other fey. A man or woman who allows themselves to be caught once will continue to be caught on subsequent hunts. Every time. And woe betide that unlucky mortal, undead or fey who seeks to get between a pack and its quarry.
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Senya was.
He stared deep into the eyes of Miss Scarlet—those gorgeous violet vats of wine—and moaned and screamed as she sucked on his cock, guzzling down his cum as it shot out. He was climaxing nonstop. Her lips were too soft, too sweet and loving. Her eyes were too much, too powerful. Miss Scarlet was too powerful. She sucked his cock and drained his thoughts away with every
schlup
of her lips against his slick member.
But.
He was.
He shivered, feeling his neck hairs standing on end. Miss Scarlet's wonderful mouth was almost agonizingly perfect, but suddenly, it seemed...
... insufficient.
Kitten was gasping and moaning behind them, and he envied her brainless bliss. Miss Scarlet had given him that, but now it was... it wasn't
enough
.
He stared at her and whimpered, wide-eyed. He heard her giggle around his shaft at him, and the dryad sped up her ministrations. It was
heavenly
. She was literally blowing his mind. And still his lust rose. Still it fought, bitter and prickly. He wanted more. Needed more.
Barely conscious of what he was doing, Senya reached down with trembling hands and grabbed her head, fingers tangling in her perfect auburn hair.
Miss Scarlet's own eyes widened, then, as he forcibly moving her head up and down in his lap. Those beautiful eyes screwed up in indignation, and she let out a little squeak, but he paid it no need.
More.
He needed
more, more, more
!
Miss Scarlet was struggling, now, but she was also getting red in the face. Her lips continued to work and suck at his shaft. And she was starting to moan. He mindlessly fucked her face, drowning in the bliss, the nonstop ecstasy, and yet...
... her moans of pleasure were lessening, turning to whines. She was sucking harder than ever now. He saw her hands going down to touch herself, stroking her nipples, then plunging between her legs. She stared at him with amazement. "Mm?"
"More," he whimpered. "M-more!"
Senya was horny.
And so, he realized, was Miss Scarlet.
Horny in a way they hadn't been before.
And then he heard Kitten stop moaning. The catgirl gave a confused mew, then whispered, "Oh, f-fuck, not the—"
"Arf!" came the most beautiful, adorable sound in the world. "Ooh, Master found
new
pets!"
"It's the kitty!" squealed a voice with identical cadence. "Kitty-kitty-kitty!"
And then he realized that the three of them were not alone in this basement.
"P-puppies," he squeaked, "help Master!"
Senya was.
He wasn't sure
what
he was, but he wasn't nothing.
A lot of things happened at once right then.
Miss Scarlet was taken tumbling off of him, tackled by two eager puppy lust sprites—the redhead and the platinum blonde, each with perky puppy ears, wagging fluffy tails, and red eyes burning with lust.
He heard Kitten let out a yowl and hiss, a crash, and the sound of cracking glass.
