This is a third chapter for the tale of Larya's and Lim's lamia troubles. I hope you enjoy!
Content notice: This story is written from an afab woman's perspective, and contains nonconsensual mind control, demon girl cock, and a lot of wrapping up in coils. Also, mewling, begging, being overwhelmed with pleasure, being turned into a happy, slutty catgirl, and pretty blue bows.
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Lim pouted and stomped her foot. Of
course
Larya was missing for their first date in months. And of
course
it had to be the one Lim had gotten all dressed up for.
The catgirl looked around, chewing her upper lip. The Mirror Pools gave her the heebie-jeebies sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times. She'd heard stories of young lovers getting lost in these woods, beautiful people getting lost in their own reflections, catgirls luring lovely hairdressers off into dens of eternal teasing bliss.
Forgetting herself a little, Lim giggled, tail twitching mischievously. That last one, in fairness, had been a story she'd told—to the very flustered hairdresser who had done
such
a good job and been promised
such
a lovely tip.
She couldn't wait to find Larya. Edging and flustering the hairdresser had been adorable, but nobody whimpered and begged like her love.
She swished idly in her flowing dress as she made her way back toward the clearing from earlier. She'd been so
sure
she'd heard something back here, after all.
She needed Larya to see her like this. Larya was such a darling sub, and Lim loved to bring her down to the level she longed to lie in—barely a step above the horniest, neediest lust sprite, squealing and whining as she stared up at Lim's wiggling ass, stuck proudly up in the air while Lim licked and licked and...
She needed to see the look on Larya's face when Larya saw how sexy Lim looked right now, in her pretty pink dress, with her fiery-red hair done up in such a lavish goblin bouffant, her face so delicately made up to highlight her cute freckles and glimmering green eyes, the adorable bow atop her head complementing her flicking kitty ears, the way her pink dress swished and glimmered in the starlight, hugging her curvy ass and pushing out her breasts for maximum cleavage.
Lim was drop-dead gorgeous on a bad day. On a good night, she was a temptress from heaven, liquid desire poured into a pretty pink dress with a pretty blue bow on top.
And Lim was positive that this was going to be a very, very good night as soon as she found Larya. Larya would agree, once Lim made her.
"Larya!" she called, rolling her eyes as she stepped into the clearing. She was turning up her hearing now, and she was so
sure
that she could hear something moving up ahead. "Larya Nuptuel! Honestly, love, if you've gotten your silly head filled with sugar before I got to taste—oh!"
As she'd walked beneath a tree branch, the branch had snagged her bow. Hissing under her breath, the catgirl turned and started fighting with the branch. The blue bow's ribbons trailed beneath it, rustling in a subtle breeze.
And then Lim heard it.
A sibilant sound from behind her. Almost like a slithering body. Or a serpent's hiss.
Or laughter.
"Hello?" Lim turned and looked around, ears flattened. The clearing was empty, though. There was something by the pool—it looked like a pool of water, before Lim realized it was a 'pool' of fine silken material.
Her eyes narrowed. A dress, discarded. "Someone there?" she called.
There was no answer. Noticing the wind picking up, Lim turned and reached for—
Gone. It was gone. Lim blinked rapidly.
Okay, this is weird.
Her ears were flatteneding.
"Larya," Lim called tersely, "if you're a
good girl
, you'll—"
She heard another sound, this one less a hiss and more a... moan.
And some wet squelching sounds came with it.
"Larya?" Lim crouched low, suddenly wary. She approached the fallen dress, looking over her shoulder. "Is that... you? Because I don't reckon this is very fun—eep!"
She'd turned back in front of her and realized she was about to run right into someone.
Inches from her face, a very pretty face broke into a wide, amused smile.
ItThe face was that of a gorgeous woman, with big, brilliant blue-green eyes and full, plump red lips. Her hair was a deep lusty crimson.
Those eyes were beautiful. Lim felt her breath leave her as she stared, open-mouthed. This was not Larya. Not even Larya had eyes... that... pretty. So pretty...
Lim's mouth snapped shut. Her eyes darted away from the woman's eyes and down her body, noticing, with a quickening heart, the woman's full, massive bosom, clad in just a strip of red cloth.
She smelled nice. Lim's mind wasn't quite working right—it was still stuck on
pretty girl very close
—but she smelled... nice. Lim found herself breathing in deep, trying to place that sweet scent that filled her, made her briefly lose her senses.
Her eyes flitted lower, and she saw that past the bare midriff and the beginning of a wide set of spoon-hips were red scales. The lamia's tail arced up into the air and into the treetops—this lamia was hanging down in front of Lim, dangling like a stray vine.
Lim had never seen a lamia like this before. She blinked, trying to recover her composure, and leaned back—she had walked
very
close to the other fey. "H-Hi," she said, feeling strangely breathless.
The lamia smirked. "Hi, there," she purred. "And what would a
sssalaciousssly
dressed kitty like you be doing out among the Mirror Pools
ssso
late at night?"
Salacious
. Lim resisted the urge to look down self-consciously at her own outfit, but she felt her cheeks heating up nevertheless. She struck a playful pose, bobbing her weight from foot to foot—and her hips from side to side—and smiled brightly. "I'm Lim, lovely," she chirped. "And who might
you
be?"
The lamia raised an eyebrow. "Call me
Celessste
," she said softly. Lim heard a soft sound from up above, but as she started to look up, the lamia shifted—more heavy looping coils slipping down to allow her more mobility—and Lim's attention was drawn back to her. "But my
quessstion
, darling kitty?"
Lim smirked. "Why?" she ventured, leaning back in—letting her breasts push out slightly against the fabric, enjoying the way Celeste's eyes briefly glanced down to admire her. "Am I intruding on something, Celeste?"
She held in a giggle, watching Celeste's eyes flit from her figure to her eyes. Such pretty eyes. So full of desire. Lim could tell that Celeste was the submissive type—Lim could have her wrapped around her finger in minutes.
"I was only wondering what you were looking for," Celeste murmured, "
sssince
you
ssseemed
to be looking for
sssomething
." A perfect eyebrow raised. "Or...
sssomeone
?"
Lim licked her lips.
Celeste leaned in closer. Her eyes shimmered like galaxies unto their own. "Or
perhapsss
," she breathed, "this kitty is merely...
lossst
?"
A forked tongue tickled Lim's cheek. Lim giggled before she could help herself. "I'm, um...
ummmm
... looking for someone, actually. Not lost." She bit her lip to hold in more giggles as Celeste's tongues... tongues?... continued to play along her jawline and neck. All the while, Celeste watched her, smiling smugly. Knowingly.
Briefly, Lim thought she heard another sound from above—a wet sound, followed by a familiar whimper. A wet, squishy sound. A submissive, needy whimper.
"Oh?" Celeste purred. "Is that
sssooooo
?"
Lim blinked rapidly. Despite being as nicely dressed as Lim had ever been, Lim felt a little... exposed.
Naked.
She took a deep breath of scented air and smiled, trying to project more of that flirty, dominant confidence. She was a domme. Celeste would soon know that.
Although... a pang of guilt tickled at Lim's heart. Larya was still waiting for her. It would be simply awful if she were to stand her darling druidess up.
But this unbearably close to Celeste, Lim was having trouble convincing herself that it would be so bad to be... a little... late...
She decided to compromise. She reached up, putting a finger to her lips. "See, I'm trying to find this
friend
of mine," she said sultrily, watching Celeste's attention flick to those ruby-red lips, plump and kissable. Lips that had on more than one occasion rendered Larya little more than a lovestruck, love-dumb little slut for her kitty girlfriend. "Maybe you've, um, seen her? Long, dark hair..." She bounced slightly and giggled. "Slim, bimbo body, pretty green eyes, and... suuuuper easy to mess with."
"Oh?" Celeste tilted her head to the side, eyes sparkling. Subconsciously, Lim tilted, too, to keep the same perspective as Celeste. To maintain eye contact. "And what might we call a girl like that?"
Her eyes glimmered so prettily. And Lim, thinking of Larya... of Larya's body, her supple form, her sweet whines and moans that felt so familiar, Lim could almost make them out even now.
"Slut!" Lim cooed, giggling.
Celeste slowly smiled.
And Lim realized Celeste was just asking for Larya's name, and her cheeks flushed. ... "L-Larya," the catgirl stammered, feeling her cheeks burning. "I-I mean. Have you seen her?"
Celeste seemed to consider this a moment. Lim waited, tapping her foot.
When Celeste continued to consider, Lim started, as most catgirls would, to get impatient. She leaned in close, trying to affect the special husky, smoky tone of voice that always rendered her targets stammering, blushing messes. "If it would help jog your memory," she whispered, "we can—"
Again, she heard a moan. This time she pulled up, scowling around her. "Okay, what
is
that?"
"Is what?" Celeste blinked innocently. Lim was surprised at how dizzy she felt when the eyes she'd been staring into blinked like that.
"That—those sounds!" Lim shook her head irritably. "I can definitely hear—"
"I don't hear anything." Celeste giggled, reaching forward.
Lim was resolute. "Well, I definitely—ee!" Celeste had cupped her under the chin, and for some reason, the tender touch sent shivers through Lim's body. She felt her breath escape her as she stared into Celeste's eyes, and suddenly, it was just sooo awfully hard to remember what she'd... been... saying... "I m-mean," she stammered, "like, um, like... it's, um... the sounds..."
She heard another soft whimper from above. Squishing sounds.
"What
sssoundsss
?" Celeste whispered, leaning in.
"Th-Those sounds," Lim whined, feeling uncertainty flickering in her heart. She didn't look up this time. She couldn't. She was too busy looking at Celeste, and it wouldn't do to be rude.
