Senya stared up at the voluptuous lamia-fiend looming above him. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and wasn't sure if it was out of fear or awe.
His wonder was cut short as one of the whorelip down below planted a dainty, teasing kiss on his tip, and a squeak escaped him. He whimpered and wriggled as the luscious lips of the demonic flowers planted kiss over kiss on his sensitive neck, his nipples, his twitching shaft now dribbling with precum.
His cheeks burned as the demoness watched him, one eyebrow slyly raised. "I--" He bucked involuntarily as the whorelip kissed his tip again. "I, um--"
"Poor thing," the fiend murmured, smiling slyly at the Queen whorelip she'd captured. The whorelip thrashed even more desperately than Senya, as if sensing that a demon much, much higher on the food chain had taken an interest in her. "And how has a
sssweet
boy like you found
himssself
in a foul place
sssuch
as this?"
Senya shivered. The smoky, sultry hiss to her words made it sound as if every word was being whispered just to him, the intimate purr of a lover. "I--I t-tripped," he stammered, stumbling on his words as the whorelip's little stamen 'tongues' gave his balls little tantalizing licks.
"Oh, dear!" the fiend smirked. "But you
ssseem
to be... enjoying
yoursself
." Her eyes flitted mischievously to his cock.
Senya whimpered. Oh, he was leaking, alright. His cock twitched as she looked at it, as if her mere attention was enough. "I... I, um--
a-aah!
" He threw his head back in helpless pleasure as a pair of lips slid right over his head, tormenting him with dainty suckles. "
P-Please!
"
"Please?" Her eyes sparkled. "Please what, sweet boy?"
Senya whined and bucked.
Suck. Suck. Suck.
He couldn't--he had no idea who or what this demon was, but the chances of her being friendly were too slim, and anything stronger than the whorelip was too strong for him, he
mustn't
--
"Well?" she asked sweetly. "I
sssupose
if you're truly happy there, I should go. Far be it from me to
ssseparate
a boy and his
flowersss
." Her eyes sparkled with mirth. She turned to leave.
Suck. Suck.
Senya felt more flowers descending on his tip, sharing an exquisite three-way blowjob--
sucksucksuck. Sucksucksuck. Sucksuck--
"P-Please help!" Senya squealed, thrashing futilely against his restraints. He couldn't help it. He didn't know what this demoness was but he couldn't stay like this. He had to chance it. He
had
to.
"Oh?" She paused, turning back. Her eyes seemed almost to swirl. "You want me to free you, little boy?"
It was as if the whorelip sensed he was about to escape, for they they suddenly struck a horrible, wonderful rhythm.
Sucksucksuck *smacksmack* sucksucksuck *smack* sucksucksuck--
"
PLEASE!
" he mewled, nodding helplessly as the whorelip planted endless kisses along his neck. "
please please please p-pleeEEEASE!
"
He was humiliated. He'd given in so easily, surrendered to the whorelip so quickly. What chance could he even have against... against...
The beautiful demoness regarded him for a long, moment, lips parted in a subtle smile.
"Good boy," she said, and turned to the squirming Mother Whorelip.
And Senya watched as the demoness took the kissing blossom into the deepest, hungriest, most passionate kiss he'd ever seen.
And he heard the whorelip
moan
.
At first, the flower tried to squirm free, but the demon held her totally captive. Her lips smacked against the queen's, her many tongues slipping inside.
Senya watched as the flower's fight slowly ebbed, melted and died. And soon it seemed to be kissing back.
But the kiss went on longer, a deep, wet, moaning kiss,. The queen's moan s turned to whines, and then to submissive whimpers.
At last, the demoness released the flower with a satisfying popping of her lips, smiling smugly.
The blossom swooned, and as one, the flowers holding Senya fell away.
"Careful, now~"
No sooner had Senya realized the pit was rather deeper than he'd realized--that he was about to fall--than he found himself caught straddling the warm, faintly pulsing coils of the demoness.
She smiled down at him, stroking his hair. Her nimble coils wrapped around his waist, pulling him up into the air, then set him lightly on the ground.
He swayed. He was still totally naked, he realized, his face heating up. His cock was even still... dripping a little.
The demoness just stared at him with an enigmatic little smile.
"Well?" she asked sweetly. "What do you say?"
Senya had to fight to regain his balance. His head spun with the effort. He put his hands over his groin and swallowed. "Um... th-thank you."
She chuckled. "Much better.
Good boy.
" Again, that sibilant purr that seemed so intimately just for him. "
Ssso
, how does a weak,
haplesss
little thing like you wind up in my domain?"
Senya shifted, trying to clear his head quickly--though that sweet indescribable cocktail of scents hanging over him didn't much help. "I... I just got, um, drawn in by some sprites. I should really be going, though."
"Oh, should you?" Her eyes sparkled.
Far later than it should have, it occurred to Senya that perhaps meeting the eyes of the beautiful serpent-demoness might not be the best idea. He ducked his head. "I, um, yeah," he managed. "Thank you very much for the rescue, but--"
"I think you should look me in the eyes when you
ssspeak
to me,
sssweet
boy. Don't you~?"
Senya felt the tug of her voice, sweet and sinuous as it twined around his neck, tipped his chin. He struggled to fight it. "I--I should--I mean, I n-need to--"
"
To look into my eyes,
" the demoness purred. "Don't you?
Senya's head swam. Yes, he... he needed to look into her eyes. Didn't he? Important to be... polite...
His chin rose. He met her beautiful shimmering eyes again.
He was struck by her sheer beauty like a brutal tidal wave. It was... otherworldly, unspeakable. She was a decadent goddess of pure lust and desire. Her ample curves, her flawless, round breasts, her slender neck... her pulsing, flickering red eyes...
His head felt like it was being dipped in honey as she moved a little closer, giggling at something. "That's better, my
handsssome
boy," she said silkily. "My name is
Celessste
." The word slipped from her lips and to his ears like a fingertip caress. "
What'sss yoursss~?
"
Senya's lips were dry. He couldn't speak. A pretty girl was looking at him, and--and he wasn't usually so flusterable, but--she was
so
pretty, and her eyes were so... so...
"Awww!" He heard her giggle as he dropped his gaze. "Poor bashful blushy boy. But I told you." A finger tapped under his chin. "
Eyesss on me.
"
Whether he was forced by fingertip or simple command, he didn't know. He didn't hesitate this time. His chin rose back up, and he met her gaze.
"And your name, my
sssweet
?"
Senya licked his lips and swallowed. "S-Senya," he squeaked.
"
Sssenya.
" The way she purred his name nearly made his knees buckle. "
It'sss sssuch
a
pleasssure
to meet you."
"Th-Thank you," he managed, squirming. "I-I mean. You too." What was he saying? He needed to
get out
of here. "I--I, um--"
"Aww, is
sssomeone
already tongue-tied?" Celeste laughed at him, and he felt his cheeks burn. "
What'sss
the matter? Never
ssseen
a pretty girl before?"
Senya whimpered. Those eyes almost seemed to have the subtlest of motion to them. A sparling... glimmering... swirl...
"Or
perhapsss
," she purred, "you've never
ssseen
a being of
my
beauty before~"
Senya swallowed nothing, biting his lip. "I--I, um--I--"
This was bad. He had to run. Had to run. He pounded the thought down into his legs like a piton into hard rock. Run. Run.
Run.
It felt like an eternity. It felt like lifting anvils. But he wrenched his gaze away and bolted.
His heart was pounding faster than his feet struck the grass. He had to make it back to where the sprites had brought him in. There was some sort of--some sort of gateway here, some rift, and he could use it to get home if he just--
Something soft, silky, warm, and incredibly strong slipped over his shoulder and in a flash tightened around his upper arm.
The grip jerked him back, and Senya's feet slipped out from under him.
The vines. Panic filled him for an instant--he couldn't fall back into the pit, he
mustn't
--only to turn to dread as he felt another loop of silky threads slip around his neck, and another around his waist, forcing him upright.
He looked down at the binding around his waist.
Oh, no.
Sparkling, glittering locks of crimson hair were wrapping around his waist. They were as soft as the fluffiest fleece sprite, as silken as Celeste's whispers. They twinkled and shone with demonic heat that radiated into his captive body.
"N-No!" He thrashed, desperately fighting the bindings. They were as strong as steel. He might as well have been in chains.
But they didn't feel like chains.
Their warmth began to spread through him. He whimpered and struggled, but that warmth seemed designed to relax his muscles, to melt his strength into goo. Another loop of hair snaked around his right wrist, then another loop around his left. The hair descended upon him, binding his form.
He heard Celeste laughing, but didn't dare look. He tried to force a step forwards, only to find his legs being bound, luscious tresses wrapping around his thighs. He was immersed in that beautiful, spellbinding heat, that light, that softness.
