"There we go," Celeste cooed, her seven forked tongues tickling Emma's ear. "
Niiiiice
and
sssssoft
and
cozy
."
"
Yesss...
" Emma whimpered, squirming eagerly as the coils rose up her ankles, entwining around and between her thighs and up her whole body—so, so, so smooth, so warm, vibrating and pulsing with a sinful force that made the jungle witch's muscles turn into jelly. "Y-Yes, Celeste!"
Celeste's eyes held her even more captive than the coils—beautiful, gorgeous spellbinding spirals that were wrapping her silly mind up even more snug and cozy than her curvy, luscious, sensitive body.
They were her whole world now, beautiful green-and-gold-and-blue rippling orbs that Emma could somehow sense her own eyes had begun to mirror. Her mouth hung wide open, and she was positively drooling with stupid, mindless, obedient, submissive bliss as the serpent's coils massaged her ass.
Emma Rose had ventured into these strange jungles to catch her prey—a lovely redheaded sorceress named Vivi. Vivi was infamous for playing the bimbo to lull her prey in, but it appeared she had played her role a little too well when she'd run into Celeste. Just a few paces away, panting and crimson-faced, the would-be seductress still lay limp, eyes still filled with Celeste's lovely, addictive spirals.
Not that Emma could blame her. She beamed insensibly into the lovely swirls, nodding along with Celeste's every sweet word. Who could resist this majestic, intoxicating being of pure, indulgent lust? Who would ever want to?
Emma wanted to be even better than Vivi. Even more eager. Her breath caught as she imagined pleading and squealing even more sweetly, obeying Celeste's every word, every wish, every whim. A whimper slipped from her quivering lips as she imagined being made just as dumb. Just as horny. Just as helplessly submissive.
Emma was normally plagued with mixed feelings when it came to lamias, an ambivalence that extended to coil fiends. Ever since she was a child and had seen a dire jungle hare caught by a boa constrictor, Emma had feared snakes intensely. While the other children in the commune had learned to hunt or fish or scavenge, Emma had focused on the trades that let her stay safely indoors—smelting, tinkering, and finally her apprenticeship to Grasshopper Witch.
But even safe in her bed, her nightmares had been haunted by snake eyes, forked tongues, long fangs and squeezing coils. She had learned magic that taught her to spring and leap, to render vast distances to little hops and skips, to react with the speed of a startled rabbit or spooked leafhopper, and she'd told herself she was learning all of this to help her in battle. Still, a part of her had always thought she would use it to escape the clutches of some fearsome anaconda or viper. Try as she had to overcome her fear, it had lingered with her. As inescapable as the coils.
But as Emma had grown older, and become a fully-fledged witch in her own right, something had changed. Her efforts to overcome her fear led her to acquire a witch's tool called the Serpent's Box, an enchanted music box filled with serpentine spirits.
The spirits had enchanted her. They had delighted her. They had terrified her. Fear had coiled around desire. Desire had coiled around fear. She had gotten rid of the Box two days later. But it had only taken two days to introduce her to the concept of the lamia.
She had begun to have...
different
dreams, dreams filled with a newfound, delicious passion. Something about it—about
them
—was irresistible to her. The thought of being wrapped up tight, of staring into those terrifying, forbidden eyes...
Her fears had only heightened as she'd tried to curb the perverted thoughts. Her desire had only grown more intense as she'd tried to break her fear. Her affiliation to the Nameless Rabbit Spirit had not helped, of course—a spirit instilled with an utter terror for the predators of rabbits, including snakes. Unfortunate. But the powers it had offered—protection from virtually all mind control—had been too good to pass up. At the time, she'd been moving on from commune witchery and taking on the role of bounty hunter, and any edge in battle was critical in her new line of work.
In her early twenties, she'd met Limini, a fellow bounty hunter, who had suggested trying to face her fear subtly. That was when she'd gotten the jewelry, the tattoos.
The tattoos Celeste's delicate fingertips were now tracing over.
"
Sssoooo
pretty," Celeste whispered, kissing Emma's cheek with surprising tenderness. "Are thessse for me, jungle girl?"
Emma wriggled and giggled. She was rising into the air, wiggling helplessly, as the fingertips followed her ornate green serpent tattoo down, down, right to the small of her back, to the very tip where the tattoo was meant to guide the eye to Emma's plump bubble butt.
The coils grew tighter, forming a cozy sort of 'seat' for her as they wrapped around her ass and
squeezed
and
squished
and massaged every muscle in her toned legs to a totally relaxed limpness. She quivered with bliss.
Seeing that Emma was quite beyond cogent response, Celeste leaned in close, positively flooding Emma's vision with pretty, pretty spirals. "It
ssseemsss
that
sssomeone,
" she teased, smirking, "might be a little bit
obsssessssed
with
sssnakesss
."
The eyes drew Emma deeper. Deeper. Emma's wriggling slowed and finally slipped away entirely as she stared into the eyes. She was so, so helpless, and a whimper escaped her as she felt the tip of the tail sliding almost mischievously between her asscheeks, felt the warm, pulsating coils wrapping comfortingly around her waist. So tight. So safe. "Y-Yes," she whispered, drooling a little. Even that one word was barely a gasp.
As Celeste's endless coils wrapped around Emma's arms, she vaguely noticed her spear resting on the ground nearby. She barely noticed it, barely remembered she'd ever had a spear. All she could see were the eyes. All she could remember were the eyes. All she could feel was the nice, relaxing, brain-melting massage. The tail's tip flicking wickedly, stroking, teasing her, as the coil-seat spread her thighs wider and wider...
"
Sssso sssimple,
" Celeste hissed, and her forked tongues tickled Emma's cheek. They were rising higher, higher, and Emma was dimly conscious of just how utterly helpless she now was.
How helpless Emma Rose had allowed Celeste to make her.
Her charms were gone. Her weapon was gone. Her clothes were gone, she numbly noted, as her top was plucked off of her, her breasts bouncing free for only a moment, before being squeezed between some especially thick coils, kneading and petting and filling Emma with even more unbearable pleasure.
She was wrapped up up to her neck, and all she could do was wriggle and whimper and nod and stare and obey.
And it felt so, so... so...
good
...
"
Ssso
easssy to
ssseduce
you," Celeste teased, stroking Emma's hair. Emma Rose whined as she felt the tail tip prodding her. She wanted it. She wanted to be fucked, to be filled. She wanted more pleasure, more playing, more helplessness.
And Emma's heart raced as she wondered if she was going to be made to want whatever Celeste wanted of her.
Celeste's soft, delicate hand grazed over her ass, and she whimpered, realizing that only her face, tits and ass were exposed. Exposed for Celeste to play with. Just to be certain, she did her best to thrust out her breasts and ass further, pushing in to the tight pressure while ensuring Celeste had better access to the assets of Emma's that she most desired.
"
Ssssuuuch
an easy
ssslut
," the coil fiend purred, and Emma gasped as she felt the tail's tip slip inside her. She was so
tight
and
oh gods it felt so good
—
"Yes!" she whined. "Slut! I'm y-your..." Her world swam as the spirals kept pouring in, polluting her mind with flashing colors, overwhelming her senses. "... your... empty...
sluuuutty
..."
She felt dizzy as the world flipped on its head. Dimly, she realized she was now upside-down, staring down into Celeste's beautiful, beautiful eyes. The tail slipped out of her. Celeste smirked. "
Sssslave
?" she offered.
The world was spinning. Emma Rose's thoughts slushed and sloshed around as she dangled in Celeste's comforting grasp. Emma felt herself smiling back stupidly. "Slave," she slurred."Slutty... slave..."
"My
sssweet
little
pet
." Celeste patted her cheek as the coils wrapped around Emma's neck. "My
toy
."
"Toy," Emma whispered.
Celeste kissed her. Emma lost herself in the seven tongues, in the brilliant glowing swirly eyes, in the passion of surrender. She moaned and wiggled. Totally helpless. Totally safe.
Celeste pulled back, giggling. Emma stared after her hazily, drunk on the vision of angelic beauty before her. Celeste was positively
radiant
.
"
Sssooo sssubmissssive!
!" the coil fiend cooed. Her words were like poisonous honey being trickled slowly over Emma, submerging her in praise. And Emma couldn't breathe.
Emma nodded dazedly. Yes. She was a good toy. A submissive, slutty toy. Lips quivering, she tried to speak...
Celeste put a finger to her lips. "Now, I was
going
to ussse you asss
bait
for Limini..." She giggled. "...but I think you might be even
sssweeter
and
sssexier
than her!" She tutted, shaking her head. "Oh, the
dilemma
."
Limini giggled and nodded. Yes. She was so sweet. So sexy. Such a lovely piece of bait. Even... even...
Emma managed a vague frown as the words sank in. Not at being called sexier than Limini—that praise made her wriggle and squirm with pleasure. No, at the thought of being used as... bait. That cut through the delectable surrender.
It sounded humiliating. It sounded hot.
But it also... sounded... bad? Limini was her friend. Kind of. Sometimes. Limini was a rival, yes, but she was also so... She bit her lip. So cute. So easy to play with. And they had some kind of... of deal, didn't they? Rules. Rules were almost like friendship.
She struggled for a long time to find her voice, soft, weak, almost kittenish. "L-Limini? But... but, um..."
"Feels
ssssooooo
good," Celeste purred, as the coils' massage intensified. She smirked, as if determined to
stroke
the thoughts from Limini's heavy, dizzy head.
Emma Rose's lips parted, and unable to help herself, even knowing that Celeste was trying to overwhelm her and keep her from objecting, she moaned with pleasure. She swung helplessly, hopelessly in midair as the pulsating scales ran between her thighs, over her exposed, sensitive nipples, stroked and rubbed and massaged her every taut muscle to the point of total submission.
It felt so easy. So irresistible. So... so...
"So... good..." Emma whispered, unable to help but echo the words. She felt so
good
, so fuzzy and warm and
taken care of
...
"
Sssoooo
good to
obey
," Celeste said sweetly, silkily, stroking Emma's hair.
"S-So...
gooooood
..." The spirals pulled the words from Emma's plump lips without her even having to think. "... to... obey..."
The eyes swirled with color. "You will be a good girl."
Emma whimpered. "I... will be a good girl..."
Celeste's voice was like silk. Her eyes pulled Emma deeper and deeper as her coils stroked along her dripping pussy, in time with her words. "A good... obedient...
brainlesssss... ssssexy...
"
Emma tried to fight. She tried to bite her tongue, bite her lip.She felt the coils loosen, confusing her a little, as she found herself being settled down atop the tail's tip.
She lay face-down on the tail, arms and legs hanging limply over the sides.
But the eyes still held her, and if she'd had any strength left in her soothed, relaxed, massaged-to-total-weakness body, she would have squirmed at the tip's playful probing. Her little asshole couldn't... she couldn't...
Celeste leaned in close—so close that her lips brushed Emma's—and hissed, "...
