Lim tapped her foot, looking around irritably. Where
was
that girl?
The catgirl twirled idly in her pretty pink skirt, padding through the little clearing. She didn't spare a glance at the mirror pool, of course—she knew she looked gorgeous. The tailor had kept her a while, so adorably easy to fluster, and Lim had worked up quite an appetite for seeing Larya's face when Larya saw how dolled up her catgirl girlfriend was tonight.
She licked her lips. She hadn't had a date with Larya in
forever
. That submissive little druidess had a date with Lim's most sadistic fantasies, and she was going to live every second of it. Hell, she'd probably beg for it before Lim even started touching her. Oh, to be in love.
Of course, that depended on being able to
find
one's love. And right now, Lim had no clue. Larya seemed to have wandered away from the meeting spot, forcing Lim to follow Larya's scent all the way to this little isolated glade.
She glared, looking around the clearing with a little growl of frustration. Her ears were flattened. She'd enhanced her smell over her touch and sight for a moment, and she could
tell
her girlfriend was here—or had been here, at least—but it was incredibly hard to tell anything when she was wearing this dumb perfume!
She couldn't help but giggle as she breathed it in, though. Lavender. Oh, Larya was going to be so very, very flustered by that—a reminder of the last time they'd played together.
She sighed, checking her hair to make sure the hairpins were still in place. Larya had probably gotten lured off by a couple of needy satyrs or something.
But Lim would find her. And, she thought, licking her lips, there would definitely be a
punishment
in order for this.
Larya would insist.
~ ~ ~ ~
Larya stared down helplessly as Lim paced around the clearing, totally oblivious to their presence. She really needed to cry out. She truly needed to scream.
And what she definitely, absolutely, life-or-death needed to do was stop suckling Celeste like a good, greedy little slut, drugging herself with Celeste's milk as the lamia's coils caressed every inch of her now naked, totally helpless body.
"Good girl," Celeste sang ever-so-softly in her ear, forked tongues tickling Larya's earlobe. Larya's giggles were smothered by her desperate suckling, pressed against Celeste's breast. It was so soft and squishy. And being held in Celeste's tail made her so soft and squishy, too. "Aw,
sssssoooo
thirsty. Just like my
ssssweeeeet, sssssiiiilly
Limini. Doesn't that
tassste ssssooooo delicioussss?
"
It did! Larya couldn't get enough. She'd heard that some lamias poisoned their 'prey' with their kisses or their milk, but she'd never imagined it could taste this good, make her feel this wonderful. It almost felt wrong, like nothing
should
ever feel so good.
But that didn't make any sense. Larya was being silly again. She wanted to feel good, didn't she? And Celeste made her feel good. Surely nothing else mattered.
Nothing else mattered except suckling, and losing herself to Celeste, and being squeezed and toyed with, and...
The eyes.
Even as she suckled so noisily that she felt Lim would hear her, would look up and realize what was happening, would save her, Larya's gaze was transfixed on the mirror pool below. She was swaying softly in Celeste's embrace, hanging upside down from the treetops, and surely... surely, surely she had never been so
beautiful
as she looked in that reflection.
Larya was reflecting back up at her, a beautiful, submissive slave to her lust, to tits, to her own eyes.
To the Eyes.
She was wrapped up in coils that slinked around her so tightly she could barely breathe. Only her breasts and face were exposed. Her lips, painted scarlet earlier today, were fastened as if glued to Celeste's left breast, and her entire face—save for her eyes—was immersed within Celestes soft, comforting cleavage. So easily Celeste had seen her weakness. So easily Celeste had taken advantage of it, had indulged her in it.
And now she was spoiling Larya rotten with it, giving her everything Larya had ever dreamed up in her most embarrassing fantasies. As the coils massaged and played with her ass, she felt so limp, so helpless, so pliant. Molten.
Oh, what a slut she saw in the mirror.
But as hot as that was, the lights reflecting in her eyes were even better. Endless rippling green and blue and yellow, pulsating inward, outward, pulling her along like a boat in a whirlpool, a whirlpool that would release her only to draw her back under. And back under. And back under.
If her mouth could have opened, Larya would have been a drooling mess. If she hadn't been so desperate to suckle, she would have been crying out in bliss.
And if she wasn't actively drinking deep of this delectable poison, she might have thought to verbally agree with the vocal venom Celeste was pouring into her mind right now. As it was, all she could do was nod and suck and smile and stare. Nod and suck and smile.
"Isn't she
cute
," Celeste teased under her breath, just loud enough that Larya could hear it. Larya squirmed in torment as she felt Celeste's fingers flicking and playing along her exposed breasts, squeezing them, fondling them. "You didn't tell me you had a
pusssssy
to play with!"
Larya whimpered as the tail slid ever-so-gently between her legs, thrumming meaningfully.
"
Perhapsss
we should have her join us," Celeste purred, and Larya barely suppressed a squeal as the tail thrummed again. "Wouldn't that be fun? Ooh,
yesss
, I'll bet you'd
love
to share my
coilsss
with her, wouldn't you?"
Larya's eyes widened. But this only meant more room for the spirals. She trembled and quivered, unable to help but imagine that hot, dolled-up kitty in these coils with her...
The coils were getting tighter around her feet and arms, tying her up so snugly that Larya couldn't even imagine a way out. She wriggled anyways, savoring the sensation of them gripping her, holding her in place. In
her
place.
"
Yessss
," Celeste hissed, making Larya squirm more at that unbearably erotic voice, "you would
love
for me to capture her, too.
Perhapsss
I will. Would you like that?"
It took Larya a moment to realize she'd been asked a question. She stared into the eyes and felt like an icicle under the hot sun, slowly dripping both mind and juices down below. Lim was at the edge of the clearing, and every ounce of Larya's putty will begged the catgirl to look up, to see what was going on, to rescue her from this wicked, seductive snake...
"Well?" Celeste prompted, bouncing Larya's breasts together playfully. Larya snapped to attention.
"Nnm," Larya whined, shaking her head.
"No?" Celeste sounded amused. "But she's
sssuch
a cute,
sssexy
little thing. Is she the one you were wearing that pretty thong for?"
Larya swallowed, feeling the warm milk sliding down her throat and filling her head with bubbles.
"
Jussst
watch her," Celeste murmured in Larya's ear, and Larya watched from the corner of her eye as Lim twirled idly, sniffing around the site. "
Ssso
loyal, and yet
ssso
unaware. Imagine her...
sssqueezed
in with you..." The coils tightened, tenderly hugging Larya's rear, helping every muscle to relax and go as limp as a climaxing possumfolk.
Larya couldn't help but imagine. She could do nothing but imagine. Celeste's whispers wormed their way into her head, tormenting her with promises, with sugary desires of Lim clinging to her, kissing her, of them both being held to each other in endless, undulating pleasure as the eyes held them both in rapture...
"Imagine," Celeste cooed, "her
tongue
..."
Larya barely contained her pathetic mewl. She pulled away from the breast, heart swelling with the need to
shout out
, to
scream
, to... no...
Larya realized her lips had already eagerly latched onto Celeste's other nipple. She felt herself drop deeper into the eyes, unable to cope, unable to function in all this desperate desire.
In the tiny willful corner of her mind that remained, she prayed silently,
Please look up. Please look up. Please look up.
Down below, she heard Lim sigh. "Must've circled back to the meeting spot. Maybe I overdid the lavender after all."
And Larya was too overcome by memories of the Lavender Dryad incident from a month back to even whimper as the catgirl pranced off, pretty pink skirt wafting with every skip.
A moment passed of silent suckling.
Then Larya felt herself being repositioned, rising back up, still suckling but now right-side-up, to stare into Celeste's own, real, beautiful spiraling eyes.
"Maybe later," Celeste said with a wicked grin. She patted Larya's head teasingly as the massage intensified, and Larya felt so wonderfully weak as the nipple at last slipped out of her mouth. "But now, then... no more running,
sssweetie
."
Uh-oh.
Larya felt herself get set down gently astride the end of Celeste's tail, her ass mere inches from the very tip. She lay down on her belly, staring down at the rest of Celeste's coils as they descended down to the ground like a spring. She remained high above, watching Celeste's long body slither and spiral into the shape of what almost resembled a cocoon.
At the same time, she bit her lip, feeling the tip of that tail playing delicately, first with her pussy, then with her asshole. She tried to suppress the humiliating squeaks of nervous delight, but Celeste seemed to relish drawing every pathetic sound in Larya out into the open night air for all to hear. And mock.
"Poor thing," Celeste crooned, as Larya stared and squirmed from the tail tip's attentions. The tail at last flicked back to her pussy, teasing along the outer folds. "
Sssoooo
very wet and
ssssensssitive.
" Tingles prickled down Larya's spine at the word. "I'll have to take very, very good care of
you
, I
sssee
."
"Oh." Larya swallowed, staring down into the coil prison that was assembling. She felt so nice, lying here, her arms and legs hanging over the sides, her breasts and pussy tingling as the tail vibrated beneath her. So hot. "Um. But I. You see, I. Nuh." She couldn't hold in a squeak as the tail vibrated again, stronger this time.
