Lorelei's Note: This story features cisgirl POVs and contains dubcon, mild bimbofication, a character being hypnotized into begging to breastfeed, and everything else listed in the tags. Real-life con-noncon requires a lot of trust, safewords, and other things a fantasy can fudge a little. Enjoy the kink responsibly, and enjoy the story!
This story is set some time after the events of Bimbo Ballet and The Kissing Bargain, though Alrek/Larya stories are meant to be readable in any order. Check my profile for more information!
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Larya and Lim watched as the wooden door slowly crept open, an aching groan ringing through the Greatest, Darkest Forest as if the hinges hadn't been used in years.
Larya's eyes shot to Lim's--so startlingly green beneath that vivid coppery-orange hair and above those unsure, pouting red lips.
They'd been wandering through the forest for a few days now, not so much 'lost' as 'misdirected', as Snatch--who'd had the map--had decided to take an alternate route to meet them back at the Standing Stones, with Lim's and Larya's confident assurances that they could, indeed, most
definitely
find their way without him.
'Misdirected' was, what they'd quietly agreed, what they would tell Snatch when they reunited with the moody ex-thief. They weren't lost. They just needed a nudge back on the right track. This pretty red-and-white cottage, so cozy, with smoke rising from its brick chimney and tall hedges surrounding perhaps a large protected grove or garden at its rear, was clearly run by someone capable and experienced in the ways of the forest. Doubtless the inhabitant was a kindly old hermit, or a friendly family, or an amiable woodcutter's cooperative, who would be only too happy to provide them with a tasty meal, warm beds for tonight, and some fresh guidance to put them back on their way.
And in that moment, meeting Lim's bright, guileless eyes, the two druidesses silently agreed with a single mind: The
other
one was going to be the first one to go inside and have a look.
"Well," Larys said, tossing her dark hair back with a bright smile, "after you, kittycat!"
Lim sniffed. "As if, love! This is where humans live, isn't it?" She winked. "Folks don't always react well to fey breaking into their home. Better if I hang back until it's safe for you to introduce me."
"Oh, yeah, and they love it when humans do it." Larya giggled. And gestured at the door. "Look, whatever's in there, I'm sure you can handle it! You're a lot more experienced at this kind of thing. You know, rushing into things."
"Yeah?" The catgirl's ear flicked. "Like when you went straight ahead and jumped right into that succubus's arms?"
Larya's face went bright red. "W-Well, maybe more like when
you
went straight ahead and fell into that fiendblossom!"
Lim pouted. The two glared at each other.
Normally, 'going in first' was Snatch's job, since he had a strong will and a good sense for traps. Larya's jaw set. Well, she wasn't going to be the backup guinea pig! Lim always liked to boss her around, but not this time! This time she was going to show Lim she was... was...
Larya's eyes drifted from Lim's to watch the catgirl's tail. It had started to twitch. Playfully.
She swallowed. Slowly, her eyes traveled back up to Lim's.
Lim's glare had turned into a mischievous little smile.
The catgirl tilted her head, her freckled cheeks dimpling with a knowing look. "Oh, yeah," she said, demurely licking her hand, her eyes not leaving Larya, "I must've
forgot
about that blossom."
Larya squirmed under that sly gaze. "U-Um--I just meant--"
"How could I forget?" Lim purred, taking a step closer. Larya's breath caught as the catgirl's pupils dilated, as a soft hand took hers and gently squeezed. "Wasn't it
soooo
much fun when you caught up with us?"
Larya wanted to duck her head, but the catgirl's other hand was grazing fingertips along her neck, now, rising to delicately hold Larya's chin exactly where it was. "I-I, um, well--no, you--"
"When I called you over," Lim cooed, "and you were so
eeeager
to follow my lead, to come and join me and those succubi, to
beg
us to..." She leaned in closer, her voice lowering to a sultry purr, "...
have some fun with you
?"
Larya's quivering lips let out a soft little whimper.
"What was that, my love?" The catgirl's eyes sparkled.
"N-No fair," Larya whined, unable to look away as Lim's other hand gently, subtly guided her own hand down, down between her legs. "I-I... you
told
me..."
"You like it when I tell you what to do, don't you?" Lim's lashes fluttered. She tickled playfully under Larya's chin.
Larya squeaked.
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Larya entered the cottage, her face bright red, her hands frantically straightening her blouse and tugging her tight shorts back up her shapely thighs.
It was a pleasant little entrance area, she noted, breathing in a sweet smell she couldn't quite place--something creamy and sweet. Right next to the door rested two pairs of shoes--a pair of rainboots and a pair of fuzzy red slippers. Absentmindedly, she nudged one shoe in the doorway to keep the door from closing behind her. The entrance area opened into a sort of kitchen-dining room hybrid lit by a crackling fireplace and a plain lantern hanging over the backdoor on the other side of the room from her.
Larya's eyes noted all of this with a mix of unease and dread. It felt very... goblin-y. Or witch-y. Then again, it also felt very cute-cottage-in-the-woods-y. Maybe she was just getting paranoid.
She came to a stop before the dinner table and noted the simple but clearly
very
valuable pale blue tablecloth... and the attractive porcelain bowl in the table's center filled to the brim with beautiful ruby-red strawberries.
Larya stared down levelly at the strawberry bowl and folded her arms. Right. As if she'd fall for that.
She sniffed derisvely and turned away.
Then she turned back, mouth watering. Oh, those smelled
delicious
. She... she hadn't had strawberries in
years
.
Larya's eyes settled on one particularly large, ripe, juicy-looking strawberry at the top of the pile. It was a perfect specimen--brilliant scarlet like the sky at dawn, surely bursting with sweet juices. She licked her lips, squirming from foot to foot.
Her hand drifted towards the strawberry, almost in a trance. Surely one couldn't hurt, she reasoned to herself, licking her lips. Lim was right outside, anyways. Surely one little strawberry couldn't addict her, or brainwash her, or make her a hopelessly horny little toy. She breathed in again, smelling that sweet, enticing scent...
... and then the berry was in her hand. She blinked down at it dumbly. Everything seemed to be moving slowly, like she was caught in honey, as she breathed in its sweetness once more. She couldn't quite remember picking it up, but... now that she had...
... where was the harm in just a little nibble?
She nodded to herself as the berry rose to her quivering lips. Just one bite. Sure, the berries
seemed
like a blatant trap--yet another lure for a dumb slutty bimbo like her to stumble right into and get drugged out of her mind for the villainess to toy with--but... but...
... but
oh gods was that sour what the FUCK
.
Larya's eyes widened as she realized her lips were wrapped around the base of the strawberry, almost lewdly, and she had bitten right into it. It was indescribably juicy, firm and yet soft and yielding, with perfect texture, perfectly ripe.
It was also the tartest thing she'd ever tasted. It was sourer than a pie cherry, sourer than an emerald-green strawberry, even! She almost spat it out outright, but not wanting to make a mess, she just frantically chewed and swallowed, half-praying that the aftertaste would be an improvement.
It wasn't. The berry wasn't even disgusting, it was just... an
unbearably
intense tartness. Larya whimpered in betrayed disappointment. What was
wrong
with these berries?
But as she was reeling, lips puckered up in confused regret, something sweet did come to her.
A soft, melodic voice.
"
Good girl
~"
Coming back to her senses in an instant, Larya spun around. Her head spun, too--just a little, still recovering from lingering trance. Unbeknownst to her, a strange woman had entered the room with her from a side door.
And Laraya's breath caught as she beheld her host.
The woman was human--Larya was pretty sure, anyways--with peach-pale skin and sunset-red lips. Her crimson hair flowed around her shoulders like molten magma, and her pretty green sundress matched her vivid green eyes.
The sundress was... Larya swallowed. It was low-cut enough that Larya could tell this woman was not wearing a bra or corset of any kind, and those... those achingly massive breasts, those... those udders... so flawless, almost positively glowing in the dim firelgiht light, bending the light around them so it swirled and spiraled enticingly...
Larya closed her mouth and forced her eyes back to the woman's. The woman had a pretty heart-shaped face, with cute dimples and amused, knowing eyes. Larya self-consciously licked her lips.
"Well, hi, there," the woman said smoothly, putting a long, dainty finger to those perfect red lips. "And what have we here? An intruder?"
Larya gulped. Had... had she been the one to close the front door? Had Lim? "Um... n-no," she managed, her voice startlingly weak. "Um, actually, I... just..." She licked her lips again. Gods, that tartness still lingered.
"Just what?" the woman asked sweetly, taking a step closer and pouting seductively. "Speak up, sweetie."
The breasts bounced enticingly with that step. Jiggled. Swayed. Gods, she was... so
beautiful
...
"Just here for directions," Larya squeaked, cheeks heating up as she forced her eyes again back to the woman's. "Um, we're... l-lost..."
"'We'?" the woman asked innocently. She took another step closer.
"M-Me and..." Larya stared at those bouncing breasts, and licked her lips again. "Um..."
"Go on, sweetie." The woman's voice was as sugary and oozing as pouring honey. Honey pouring right into Larya's mind. Right past her parted, pleading, drooling lips. Gods, sweetness sounded so good right now. The berry was
so
tart. "Just tell me."
A hand reached up and casually bounced a breast. Squeezed it. Squished it. It was like Larya's mind was being squeezed in that hand. Bounced between those perfect breasts. Bounced and squeezed and
squished
...
Larya whimpered. "A... a c-catgirl," she mewled, squirming helplessly as she betrayed her lover. "R-Right outside."
The woman giggled. "Good girl~"
Larya whined.
"Now..."
Larya stared uncertainly down at the two strawberries in her hand. How had those gotten there?
When... when had she...
"Wouldn't you like another?" the strange woman cooed, toying with a lock of her scarlet hair with one slender finger. Her voice fluttered around Larya like a swarm of dazzling butterflies.
Larya bit her lip. "But they're... so sour..." she whispered.
