Lim stared up at the elder tongue fiend and swallowed, desperately trying to will her hand to go still. Her hand, stuck wantonly between her legs, eagerly ignored her. The tongue-like tentacle that was the demoness's tail slithered around Lim's neck, draped heavily over her shoulders like a hedonistic feather boa, and Lim shivered as she felt the tingling of its special venom sinking into her. She knew she was soon going to start getting even more vulnerable. More giggly. More forgetful. More... more...
She squirmed and wiggled, biting her lip, as she desperately stroked herself to yet another whimpering orgasm. The pleasure washed through her like a heavy humid summer rain, unbearably thick and choking and hot and intoxicating.
"That's it," the tongue fiend cooed indulgently, smirking down at Lim's feeble struggle. "Aww, you just can't help yourself, can you, little one?" Her eyebrows raised as her voice was joined by several others, overlapping and interlacing into a webbing like spider's silk. "
You just can't help but stroke your pretty pussy.
"
"Nnnuh!" Lim squeaked. She felt Larya creeping up from behind, embracing her, helping her stroke...
She needed to resist. Needed to fight back. She giggled. Gosh, it just... this wasn't good, was it? The voices were so hard to resist all layered over one another like this, and it felt so nice to listen... to obey...
"
You want to stroke your pretty kitty clitty until you're just a happy brainless bimbo,
" Lingua purred sweetly, her voices pouring one over the other like endless spooling pooling honey, and Lim drank it all up. "
Just a happy dumb little pussypet~"
"
N-Nuuh
," Lmim protested, whimpering as her fingers worked furiously stroking her clit, edging and edging, trying desperately not to make herself cum. She couldn't dare cum. Fey only got hornier and hornier with every orgasm, and she'd already fucked herself too many times today... "
nnnoo
, i won't... you aren't, um, doing anything i--anything
I
can't... resist..."
"You can't resist," Larya agreed with equal sweetness, her soft lips smacking delicately along Lim's neck as her hand guided Lim's to stay between her legs and keep stroking, faster and faster by the second. "Nobody can. Why would you wanna, Lim? Gosh, like, it feels
soooo
nice to submit to all this pleasure!"
"Nnoo," Lim panted, her voice almost a mew. She glared fiercely up at Lingua as her fingers pumped into and out of her dripping-wet pussy, as her haoppy little kitty clitty tingled and buzzed with delight at every little touch. Gods, letting Larya control her felt so
hot
. If only there weren't... weren't this
tongue
running up her thigh, wet and warm and slick and probing along her sensitive areas...
"Just give in," Larya cooed, giggling as Lim's words dissolved into a moan,
fuck she was so close
-- "it feels
soooo
fun to give in, Lim, sweetie, I know you
wannaaa~
"
"Mewww," Lim squeaked. She recovered herself and scowled up at the sly Lingua. "Th-This... you're not g-gonna get, um, like..." Her mind seemed to skip over something, and she binked, confused.
What had she been... saying?
She moaned and shivered as she came to yet another small orgasm, the sensory overload of pure bliss flowing into her so very easily now. Her own tongue lolled in pleasure as her eyes rolled up and crossed, and her cheeks burned in humiliation even as she moaned and whimpered in stupid, senseless glee, staring up hopelessly into Lingua's beautiful shining eyes.
"You were saying?" Lingua asked tenderly, batting her eyelashes.
Lim squirmed, feeling Larya's lips kissing down towards her full, bare breasts as the tongue tentacle tail slithered wetly towards her hands and their target. "This... I won't... give
innnn
..."
"Really?" Lingua's head tilted to the side. "Are you
sure
?"
Lim nodded desperately, eyes rolling back up into her head as she struggled to resist Larya's lips, the tentacle's sweet sensations...
And Lingua smiled smugly, her gorgeous face positively radiating confidence, a pure, easy-going certainty that could only be born of experience.
"You will," she cooed.
Lim went still as she felt the tongue tendril slide wetly underneath her thong... and delicately pull it away from her.
Lingua smiled as she took Lim's thong, and made a show of admiring it briefly before setting it aside.
With this time, she reached up and raised a strange nine-tailed whip to Lim's eye level.
Lim stared at the magical device for a moment, eyes glazed and uncomprehending. Was Lingua going to use it on...
And then she registered how the whip was beginning to glow, and her eyes widened, and she started to thrash. "Nno! No, you-- n-no, you don't h-have to--"
And Lingua laughed as the whip surged into life, its form shifting and morphing and growing inside, morphing rapidly into a slobbering mass of writhing tongue tentacles.
The elder tongue fiend's infamous
cat of nine tongues
.
Lim squealed as the surging mass of tentacles descended onto her and Larya, wrapping around her, so slick and hot and slippery and--and
thrusting inside her pussy
, forcing her hands aside.
"
NNnnoo!
" she squealed, her voice breaking as the slippery tentacles pumped into her, filling her, licking everywhere, so sweet and indulgent and affectionate but
too much too much oh gods yessss but too much
-- "Nnno,
pleeEEeease
, i'll be good i'll be good--"
"Aww, I thought you were going to resist me, darling!" Lingua teased.
"
please oh please no no no no i can't i can't--
" Lim mewled and struggled to close her legs together, but the tentacles pulled them ever-so-gently apart and continued to fuck her silly.
"You can't?" Lingua pressed, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You... can't resist?"
"no!" Lim squealed brainlessly. "please no please no i can't i can't!!"
Lim was overwhelmed by the echoing voices, by Larya's kisses, by the tentacles thrusting into her, fucking her so deeply. Oh, gods, she was already panting, already about to cum aga--
And the tentacles relaxed their furious fucking and slid back out, leaving her cheeks as red as rubies, a gasping, panting, whimpering mess, almost toally limp in Larya's arms.
"I thought so~" Lingua cooed.
Lim stared up at her, eyes as wide as saucers. She was so close. So close.
And then the tentacles seized her by the arms and legs, pulled her from Larya's embrace, and tossed her right up into the air.
For a moment, the catgirl soared through the air, weightless, boundless. Her heart fluttered with fright and confusion, briefly completely off-balance in a way that she could only be she tossed several feet into the air.
And then they caught her.
She whined and thrashed as the tentacles slid between her legs and caught her on top of them. She was straddling one of the long tongues, and her lower lip quivered in the effort of holding in another loud, shameless moan as she felt its slick warmth against her dripping slit.
"Aww, just look at you!" Lingua teased, and Lim trembled with shame as she licked her lips, realizing she was drooling. "Do we like that, pretty kitty? or..." her voice lowered to a smoky, husky purr. "Does your pretty clitty like it?"
Lim bit her lip and glared, even as her heart fluttered as the tentacles rose around her, slowly wrapping around her breasts and beginning a slow, easy groping. Almost... milking motions, she thought, and grinded her hips hopelessly at the thought. She tried to speak but didn't trust her vocal cords, not right now.
It felt... so, so,
so
good.
And also, she thought with a sheepish giggle, she was... having trouble remembering what she'd been about to say, anyways.
Larya was in the air, too, but she was eagerly spreading her whole body out, helping the tongue tentacles to attend to her needy bimbo form. Lim tried not to look, even as her mind seemed to drip and leak every time the tentacles licked over her nipples, slurped along her tight asshole...
Everything felt so... wet right now, she thought, squirming in embarrassment. So wet and melty and drippy and soft. The tongue slid slowly along her slit and between her asscheeks as she felt the tongue forming an arch, beginning to encourage her to slide downwards.
"Just look at you," Lingua teased with a happy smile.
"Does that feel goooood, little bimbo slut?"
"Th-This..." Lim whimpered, feeling her mind getting so, so soft and warm and wet. She giggled. "This, um...
ummm
..."
"You just wanna be a good girl, now, don't you?" Lingua purred. "Just my good little bimbo buttslut clittycat?"
"Ohhh..." Lim shook her head desperately, and she could almost feel her thoughts sloshing around in her pretty head, so wet and melty and eager to drip and drool from her tingling pussy...
And the sliding began to speed up, and she let out an involuntary moan of hopeless slutty happiness as the tongue licked all the way along her form. She fell facedown, unable to keep even her catlike balance any longer, and mewled and squealed in ecstasy as the thick, long tongue slid over her tingling nipples, her sensitive tummy, and all along between her legs.
And she began to slide downwards, with a curious sense of deja vu.
"
That's right,"
Lingua cooed encouragingly, making Lim melt a little at how hot and sexy those many voices sounded as they lavished praise over her slutty, wanton behavior, "there's a good slut! Feels so good to just be a good little tongueslut, doesn't it? Aww, I thought so!"
"Ahhh..." Lim whimpered and closed her mouth, realizing her tongue was lolling out again, her eyes were crossed, like some sort of happy smiling beaming bimbo kitty. She bit her lip.
She needed to fight this. Needed to resist the pleasure.
Needed to resist the endless pretty spiraling lengths of tentacle that spiraled down before her as she slid down the slide and moaned and mewed with glee.
Her nipples felt so nice and sensitive. So slutty. She gasped as the tongue seemed to stroke over them with such affection, licking over her whole breasts and between them, as other tentacles joined it and played and lapped all along her body.
She was humiliated. She could even feel them stroking her hair, almost... grooming her. Like a little kittypet. She squirmed against the touches, but couldn't help but wiggle her cute pert butt as tongues went there, too, teasing her flicking tail. She kept trying to cover herself with that tail, but it barely obeyed her, too much enjoying the attentions she was receiving--and when it did obey her, the tentacles just tugged it mercilessly, making her squeak and blush crimson as the tongues continued to lick and tease what lay beneath it.
"That's right, my good little kitten," Lingua cooed. "Just accept my pleasure... and watch the pretty spirals dance~"
And the spirals
were
so pretty. Lim wriggled helplessly in delight as the swirling tentacles surged up towards her, as she began sliding faster and faster, the physical pleasures matched only by the loveliness of the spirals pouring into her mind.
She knew she needed to look away, but her head felt so, so heavy. So full of sloshy melty thoughts. So drippy with syrup... she giggled, forgetting what she'd just been thinking about and watching the pretty spirals gush past...
"That's right," Lingua sang, as Lim's struggles slowed, as Lim's thoughts slowed to a slow, weak trickle, dammed up by pleasure and flowing only at Lingua's wicked, corruptive whim. "Just
